Breaktime Shorts 5 and 6
#3 of Breaktime Shorts
Author: Tobias Foxx
Title: Breaktime Shorts 5
Part: BTS 05
Summary: A timed writing exercise 'money shot' quickie.
Keywords: rape, tort, magic
29 Min Torture Horror
Stories in this series are simple timed writing exercises. As the series title suggests, they
are written during my breaks at work. As such, most will be very short, rushed, and
lacking all but the most basic character building. Essentially, they'll mostly be "money
shot" quickies. I hope you enjoy them.
The sacrifice was ready. She was far from virginal, as far from it as the supplicants could
think to make her. Every degradation their considerable imaginations could conceive had
been heaped upon her, every torture, every mutilation, until she begged for them to be
done to her. Her soul had been tainted beyond the point of no return. They had chosen a
human female as their sacrifice. They felt it only fitting that a human, such high and
might masters of all they surveyed, be reduced to nothing more than a feral beast, less
even. A beast at least had the self-preservative instinct to lash out at an abusive master.
She stood in the center of a black-robed ring. She had been a tall, strong, confident
woman, long of limb and lean of frame, scarlet tresses falling far down her back, emerald
eyes half hidden behind thick lashes, lips plump and full, skin milky pale and flawlessly
smooth. Now, she was barely even recognizable as female, much less as the human she
once was. Her skin was a patchwork of scars, burns, and welts. Every inch of her
emaciated form had felt the bite of some torturous implement at least once. Heaped atop
those scars were tattoos that turned her once pristine skin nearly pure black, words
describing every vile act she had performed during her captivity.
From outward appearances, her face had received the most abuse. It had been twisted
and mangled beyond grotesque. Her mouth hung open in a needful circle, lipless,
toothless, tongueless, stitched into a perfect ring, no more than a hole to be filled, a
willing receptacle for whatever might be placed within. Eyeless sockets stared dumbly
into nothing over a ravaged cavity that had once been her nose. The smooth sheen of the
flesh within gave tell to the use they had been put to. Her limbs had been amputated at
elbow and knee, leaving her to waddle on calloused stumps like some deformed animal.Â
Where her breasts had once been there lay only the circular scars marking their removal.Â
Along her stomach had been grafted a multitude of mismatched nipples to compensate
for that lack, each pierced through the center with a silver post. The space between her
legs was only recognizable by the orifice that gaped at its center. Her netherlips had been
pierced on either side by rows of rings. Where her clitoris had once lay gaped a crater in
her flesh. Her anus was plugged tight by a large ball attached to a fake dog tail, the only
thing keeping her from releasing her bowels on a constant basis.
The external damage was only half the story. Her vocal chords had been nearly
destroyed by years of abuse, capable of making only the softest of sounds. Permanent
tubes had been installed leading from lungs that had been halved directly to her nasal
passages, ensuring she could breathe no matter what might obstruct her throat. Her
stomach too had been halved and her lower intestines removed so she would derive only
the smallest amount of nutrients from any food she was allowed to ingest. At least, on its
first pass through her system. Her liver was but a shriveled thing from the drugs she had
been addicted to. One of her kidneys had been cut out to aid in that process. Her bladder
had also been reduced in size to help torture both mind and body. Her vaginal canal was
as scarred and mangled as her skin. Her womb was long gone, removed soon after her
first and only litter had been born.
She stood calmly in the center of the ring, trembling slightly in the chill air. The chanting
of the supplicants was nothing new, though their pitch and fervor were greater than ever
before. The knowledge that she would be raped to death at the conclusion of their
ceremony, whether it were successful or not, left her with a sense of peace. After six
years, six months, and six days of utter depravity, she would welcome the sweet embrace
of death, a freedom she had for so long prayed but for which she had long ceased
begging. When the floor between herself and the circle suddenly shattered and crumbled
away into nothing, flames erupting from the pit that had formed, she did not flinch. Nor
when the demon arose from its depths did she so much as bat an eye. She was happy her
masters' plan had worked.
"I AM SIN!" the demon declared, its voice rumbling the stone beneath her. "I AM
CARNAL INCARNATE! I AM LUST! I ACCEPT THIS SACRIFICE AND GRANT
ALL WITHIN THIS ROOM LIFE ETERNAL."
It was only when the demon began to reach for her that the implications dawned on her.Â
She numbered amongst those within the room. She began to scream.
Author: Tobias Foxx
Title: Breaktime Shorts 6
Part: BTS 06
Summary: A timed writing exercise 'money shot' quickie.
Keywords: Mf, rape, best, mc
20 min Mind Control Bestiality
Stories in this series are simple timed writing exercises. As the series title suggests, they
are written during my breaks at work. As such, most will be very short, rushed, and
lacking all but the most basic character building. Essentially, they'll mostly be "money
shot" quickies. I hope you enjoy them.
His fingers snapped, and the world changed. At least, it changed for those around him
and for one female in particular. For the customers in the area, that particular female
simply ceased to exist, vanishing from their perceptions. For the male dogs brought
along by their owners to this fine pet shop, the female suddenly became a most attractive
bitch smelling ripe with heat. For the female in question, her clothes became fire against
her skin and a need boiled in her loins that had to be satisfied immediately at all costs.
She began to disrobe without a thought, clothes tossed carelessly aside to reveal her fair,
freckled skin. She dropped to the ground, legs spread, knees propping her rump in the air
as delicate fingers probed her moist hole, elfin face scrunched with frustration, hard
nipples pressed to the cold tile floor as she pumped at herself. She gave a moan of
pleasure as a cold nose and warm wet tongue nudge her fingers aside. Pants of lustful
need issued from between plump lips, the dane licking furiously at the space between her
legs. She gave a frustrated growl when that teasing tongue left, but it was immediately
replaced by a rock hard shaft. Her lips willingly parted for the corgi that mounted her
face, rocking between the two canines as she was spitted on dog cock.
His fingers snapped again, and the world resumed its natural course. The female's eyes
grew wide, and she attempted to pull away from the dogs but it was far too late. Paws
held tight behind her head and around her waist as the canines furious pumped into her
formerly willing body. Her struggles drew the attention of the customers, who gasped in
shock and dismay. The corgi came first, its knot swelling to lock behind her teeth. The
small dog dismounted, turning to stand with its rump against her face, furry balls pressing
against her chin. She swallowed audibly as it pumped its load down her throat. The dane
was not far behind. Its hips hunched lower as it pounded a softball-sized knot against her
tiny entrance. She screamed around the corgi when the dane finally slammed itself home.Â
His fingers snapped once more, deepening her humiliation with an earth-shattering
orgasm.
As the dane dismounted, he finally stepped forward, a stern expression on his lupine
muzzle, his badge held out for her to see, authentic and immediately recognizable.
"Ma'am, I'm afraid you'll have to come with me," he ordered. "At least, once your
boyfriends get done with you."
Inwardly, he was grinning. She would never make it to the station. She was such a
pretty little bitch, and there was a nice warm bed in his kennel just her size.