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"Oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit!" I scream in my mind.
I wake up to a realization that I'm not in my room. I'm tied up on the ground with rope around my arms and legs, and I feel like I've just been in a fight. I'm surrounded by a bunch of people I've never seen before. I've got a pounding headache. What's happening?
"He's awake. Get him in position."
I'm blindfolded and hoisted to my feet. My arms are pulled tightly behind my back, and I'm led through a series of twists and turns. We make so many turns that I lose all sense of direction, even if I could see. The rope is tied so tight that my shoulders feel like they're about to pop out of their sockets, and my wrists and ankles feel like they're about to rub raw.
"Let's get him in position. I'll secure the bindings. Get the chair."
I'm shoved forward. The rope around my hands is untied, then retied to something hard and metallic… oh, it's just the chair leg. At least my shoulders get a momentary break, but the rope is quickly tightened again.
"Where's the camera? This actually looks good."
I hear someone fumbling with what sounds like a bag of tools.
"Found it. Give me a minute."
Someone's setting up a camera. This doesn't sound good.
"Okay, we're good to go. Is he in position? Okay. Let's do this."
I hear a click and the hum of the camera turning on.
"Okay, you know what to do. Don't hold back, and don't let me down."
"I won't."
That voice… wait, no! I was… I was kidnapped by the same Discord that hates the Sharty… No… no, this can't be happening! I'm fucking trapped with these tranny pedophiles! I'm going to be killed by them… This is my living hell.
"You're awake now, aren't you? Emma, set up the damn machine."
"Don't rush me, you nigger!" She screams, slapping my head.
I hear a machine being wheeled closer. I have a sinking feeling about where this is headed.
"Okay, the machine is ready. Just tell me when. Oh, and by the way, we've got your girlfriend over here. Don't worry, she's already dead. That's what you get for fucking her over. Now, time to die, motherfucker!"
I feel a tube forced into my mouth. I try to struggle, but the ropes are holding me firmly in place. The tube goes further and further down my throat, and soon I feel like I'm about to gag.
"Just a bit further…"
Then, it happens. The tube goes all the way through my throat and down into my stomach. It's disgusting.
"There we go. Now, I'm just going to fill the container with some fruit juice. Get it? Froot? Get it?"
"That's actually a pretty good pun. I like that."
"Yeah, well, whatever. Here it goes."
Suddenly, I feel a rush of liquid coming through the tube and going into my stomach. I feel full in seconds. My stomach starts aching, and it feels like my whole body is trying to burst. It feels like the juice is going to explode out of me, but it's not. It's just making me bloated and uncomfortable. My whole body is trembling and shaking as I'm being forced to drink more and more juice. If I wasn't tied up, I would have fallen over. I feel like I'm going to die…
"This is going to be a big one. I can tell. I can tell by the look on his face."
"Yeah, I can see it too. I don't think he can take much more of this. He looks like he's about to pop."
"I hope he pops."
"Oh, he's gonna pop, alright."
I'm being filled to the brim. I feel like I'm about to explode, but they keep forcing more and more juice into me. They're laughing as I writhe and squirm in pain and discomfort. I try to scream, but nothing comes out except a gurgling noise.
"Yeah, he's about to explode. Just look at him. Look at the pain on his face. He's totally about to pop."
"Mmmphhh… Ngghhh…"
I feel a surge of pressure, and I finally can't hold it in any longer. I let out one last moan of pain as my entire stomach explodes. A torrent of juice bursts out of me and all over the floor. I'm so exhausted and weak that I can't even move.
"Holy shit! Did you see that? Did you see how much juice he was holding in? That was fucking crazy! I've never seen anything like it before."
"Yeah, it was a pretty big load."
"Oh, shit, the machine's busted. Damn, now we have to fix this shit. God damn it."
"It's okay, we can just use the backup. It'll take longer, but it'll work."
"Fine. Just make sure you get it right this time. And no more puns."
I'm barely conscious. I'm too weak to even think straight. I can only imagine how I must look to them, since I can't see. My stomach feels empty and hollow, and I'm covered in sticky fruit juice. I just want to shrivel up and die. The tube's still down my throat, and it hurts every time I breathe.
"I'm going to pull the tube out now. You ready?"
I nod. I feel the tube slide slowly out of my throat. It's a horrible, painful feeling, and I can't stop myself from gagging. I'm coughing and spluttering, and my whole body is trembling. My vision is blurry, and everything is spinning.
"Well, that was an impressive display. I'll leave you to die now. Have fun. Bye."
They walk away, and I'm left alone. I'm lying in a pool of my own vomit and juice. I feel like I'm going to pass out, or maybe even die.
"Goodbye, you fucking scum. Enjoy hell."
I hear Kuz's voice. He's telling me to join him in the afterlife. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all…
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But as I faded in and out of consciousness, teetering on the brink of death, something incredible happened. I heard a soft voice resounding from the darkness, and felt somebody take my hand - "Everything's going to be okay, little buddy." It was Doll! I'd recognize that bearded face anywhere. He scooped my innards in as best I could, sealed it up with some duct tape, and hoisted me upon his shoulder. "Doll… How did you..?" were the scarce words I could muster in my feeble state. He chuckled grimly. "I knew what they were planning, but I learned too late to stop it. I was too busy taking care of my children to pay attention to discord… Root brought it to my attention." Yup, that was the doll I knew alright. Discord was not a vice that Doll and I shared.. I'd tried to cut back on the habit lately, but it's just so addictive. I hate to admit it, but being the head moderator of the party gives me such a rush - I love boasting about the funny red text bans I dole out. I didn't know that Doll had children, but that just goes to show how little I'd kept in touch with him. With how busy he was with his real life and making ends meet, it's hard to get in contact with him very often, and I felt guilty for messaging him so much with my Flartson OC.
In any case, we made the long trek back to his house. It was a miracle that I survived that long at all with the injuries I had sustained, but apart from my stomach it seemed that most of my organs were intact. The whole way I kept thinking about my dead girlfriend.. and more than that, the sharty. What would happen without me to moderate it? Would teens stop posting edits of my orange self-insert coal? Could they actually.. start having fun? The thought nearly made me want to cry, but I'm a big boy so I didn't. The drive to his house wasn't long, and by the time we got there I was so tired I passed out right on the couch. Doll set me down and patted me on the head. "It'll be alright little buddy… just hang in there… you'll be.."
I didn't hear the rest of what he said, but it sounded like "sacked boon?" I tried to parse the meaning of this, but I was too exhausted and fell right to sleep.
Upon my waking, the pain somehow exceeded even the torment of the previous day. I screamed involuntarily. Doll rushed to my side, but as he did I noticed a strange shifting of his face, almost as if his skin had loosened. I made nothing of it, in too much agony to care. "Doll… could you fetch me a glass of water?" He obliged, and with a warm smile trotted into the other room. As I waited for my water, I felt a rising tension within me as I noticed the distinct lack of any sort of human noise aside from mine and Doll's. He claimed to have children, but there was no sign of any. No toys, no sounds of laughter or crying. Nothing. I looked at the clock to see if maybe they were just still at school, but it was 5:00, well into the afternoon. Even if the kids were still at school for whatever reason, his wife would at least be home, but I heard no sign of her either. I eased my mind with the resolution that I would just ask Doll when he came back. Entering back into my fuzzy field of vision, Doll handed me a glass of water. "Well, we're going to have to get you to the hospital, Frooty old boy. Even in a best case scenario, I doubt you'll hold out much longer. Your stomach wound is likely infected by now." I nodded weakly in agreement, gulping down the entire glass. Mustering my strength, I told him what was on my mind. "Dolly doo", I tentatively asked, "Where's the family?". He gave me a smile as soon as the question reached his ears. "Why frooty, it's simple!" he chuckled, "I ATE THEM."
His voice had taken an unusually deep tenor at this last statement, even for a joke. I laughed awkwardly, but he just kept staring at me. After few minutes, I made a segway: "Well.. we'd better get going to the hospital, right?". Doll's face didn't move. "No, Froot.", his eyes lit up with a malevolent glee, "You're not going anywhere.". "Wh-what do you mean?" I stammered. He began laughing, and that laugh turned into a cackle, which became a howl. He put his hands to his eyes and with a tug on his lower eyelids began ripping and peeling off his face. Except it wasn't his face at all. My impaired vision had blinded me to the fact that what I was seeing was in fact a mask, and underneath was a sight which, although all too familiar, I never thought I would see in my life.
It was Rapeson.
"YOU'RE GOING TO GET BLACKED BY BBC, FROOT!" he screamed, as he tore off what remained of his admittedly brilliant disguise. "I'VE INVITED ALL FIVE OF MY TOP BLACK BVLLS HERE, AND THEY'RE GOING TO FUCK WHAT'S LEFT OF YOUR INTESTINES INTO A STICKY, BLOODY PULP." He was laughing so hard that he was coughing and clutching his sides. "AND BELIEVE ME, I KNOW THEIR POWER, I JUST WHAT THEY'LL DO TO YOU… I'VE FELT EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEIR BIBISEES KISS MY PROSTATE." With these words I felt the rising terror within me solidify into a cold, piercing panic. I needed to get out of here. I needed to get to the door. I crawled onto the floor, fully expecting Rapeson to apprehend me immediately. But he didn't. He just kept cackling. "TRYING TO ESCAPE, EH? IT'S FUTILE. THE DRINK I JUST GAVE YOU WAS LOADED WITH ENOUGH ESTROGEN TO DOWN A HORSE, TRANQUILIZER, AND SOME NIGGERWEED FOR GOOD MEASURE. YOU'RE NOT LEAVING THIS HOUSE AS ANYTHING BUT A SISSY SLUT."
I tried to scream, but my voice was nearly gone. I pounded my fists ineffectually against Rapeson's stocky legs, tears running down my face. How could this happen? Why would Yahweh subject me to this? As I drifted into unconsciousness, he just stared down at me, giving me that same warm smile that Doll had always given me. If I was in hell, this surely must have been the ninth circle.
As I woke up, I found myself on the same couch, standing up. I apprehended my surroundings quickly; On my neck was a rope, which was attached firmly to the ceiling by a hook. On all sides of me stood BLACK BVLLS, and in the middle was Rapeson, each man in a state of complete undress. Rapeson winked at me. "AHEM. AS YOU CAN WELL PERCEIVE, FROOT, WE ARE ABOUT TO, AS OUR MORE MELANATED BRETHREN WOULD SAY, 'RUN A TRAIN ON YO ASS'. BUT TAKE CARE THAT YOU ARE NOT WITHOUT FREE WILL. AT ANY TIME, YOU CAN END OUR ASSAULT ON YOUR ORANGE CLITTY BY SIMPLY STEPPING OFF THE COUCH, AT WHICH TIME THE NOOSE AROUND YOUR NECK WILL STRANGLE YOU TO DEATH, JOINING THE 41% AND CEMENTING YOU FOREVER AS A TRUE TRANNY. HOWEVER, IF YOU WITHSTAND OUR ASSAULT, YOU WILL ONLY BE OUR CHASTITY-CAGE WEARING FEMBOY. THERE'S A DIFFERENCE OR SOMETHING. SO YOU CAN SACRIFICE YOUR OWN DIGNITY TO ESCAPE BEING OUR PLAYTHING. OR SOME SHIT ALONG THOSE LINES."
I shuddered. I didn't know what to say. What could I say? "Coal" was all that exited my lips as the BLACK BVLLS descended upon me, ready to rip my bussy to pieces. "OH AND ALSO", spake Rapeson, "WE'RE GOING TO BE RUNNING BLACKED ADS 24/7 ON THE SHARTY. MAX IS THE NEW OWNER, AND CECEFEM IS THE HEAD ADMINISTRATOR. KOLYMA NOW HAS COMPLETE OWNERSHIP OF THE SHARTY ONCE MORE, THANKS TO A LEGAL DOCUMENT WHICH WE FORGED YOUR SIGNATURE ON." This was the last straw for what remained of my sanity. I began crying like a baby. Ripping off the tape from my festering stomach-wound, one of the BLACK BVLLS began shoving his massive, throbbing 12-incher into my stomach and liver, shooting pains emanating through my body with each thrust. Crusty pus crackled and stuck to the thick smegma on his BIBISEE as he continued his attack. As this was occurring, another BLACK BVLL lodged his 20-inch MONSTER BLVCK PENIS into my rectum, pushing and wriggling it through my intestines until it poked out the other side of the wound, touching the fresh air. Blood dribbled down his GINORMOUS BLVCK BVLL CVCK as he too began taking my intestinal virginity. My tiny brownish-white pecker twitched and spasmed with pain and pleasure as the BLVCK GVDS rearranged my organs, bursting fissures in every part of my innards which spewed blood, half-digested food and pus. Another BVLL punched my teeth out to make room in my mouth for his ADMITTED LARGE DEMIGODLIKE AFRICAN PHALLUS. Another inserted his BIBISEE into my nose. Another cleaved my bussy with a knife to make a makeshift axewound to hump. But even with all this, I still did not wish to take such an ingominious death as ACKing myself. Finally, Rapeson stepped into the fray.
"MY STUDS HAVE DONE EXCELLENT WORK, BUT YOU HAVE YET TO TASTE THE MAIN COURSE."
Rapeson slowly and calmly advanced towards me for what seemed like an eternity. Each thump of his foot, despite the onslaught I was experiencing, reverberated through my entire body. He knelt in front of my crotch, tenderly weaving between the thrusting BIBISEES. With a swift and precise motion, he cut open my testicles down the middle, spreading them out so that the flesh of both was visible. Then, using a miniature cattle prod, he wrote something. I screamed in pain, but didn't see what was so much worse about this than what I had already experienced. Seeming to read my mind, Rapeson paused before answering: "I WROTE… BUILT FOR frogGODs."
This was enough for me. I closed my eyes solemnly and jumped off the couch. As my eyes swelled with tears and I pissed myself, everything turning black, one thought raced through my mind:
Marge, is this a happy ending or a sad ending?