{"sf1_id":88180,"sf2_id":"rnawq4Je","title":"Breaktime Shorts 5 and 6","author":"tobiasfoxx","words":1427,"posted_at":"2009-05-24T00:48:00.000Z","tags":["Bestiality","Demon","Horror","Mind Control","Mutilation","Other/Herm","Rape","Torture"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/88180-breaktime-shorts-5-and-6","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/rnawq4Je","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/73/85/7385c946-18db-40ed-b085-41502affc8f7","description":"#3 of Breaktime Shorts","content":"Author: Tobias Foxx  \nTitle: Breaktime Shorts 5  \nPart: BTS 05  \nSummary: A timed writing exercise 'money shot' quickie.  \nKeywords: rape, tort, magic  \n  \n  \n29 Min Torture Horror  \n  \n-------------------------------------------------  \nStories in this series are simple timed writing exercises.Â\u0026nbsp; As the series title suggests, they   \nare written during my breaks at work.Â\u0026nbsp; As such, most will be very short, rushed, and   \nlacking all but the most basic character building.Â\u0026nbsp; Essentially, they'll mostly be \"money   \nshot\" quickies.Â\u0026nbsp; I hope you enjoy them.  \n-------------------------------------------------  \n  \nThe sacrifice was ready.Â\u0026nbsp; She was far from virginal, as far from it as the supplicants could   \nthink to make her.Â\u0026nbsp; Every degradation their considerable imaginations could conceive had   \nbeen heaped upon her, every torture, every mutilation, until she begged for them to be   \ndone to her.Â\u0026nbsp; Her soul had been tainted beyond the point of no return.Â\u0026nbsp; They had chosen a   \nhuman female as their sacrifice.Â\u0026nbsp; They felt it only fitting that a human, such high and   \nmight masters of all they surveyed, be reduced to nothing more than a feral beast, less   \neven.Â\u0026nbsp; A beast at least had the self-preservative instinct to lash out at an abusive master.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;She stood in the center of a black-robed ring.Â\u0026nbsp; She had been a tall, strong, confident   \nwoman, long of limb and lean of frame, scarlet tresses falling far down her back, emerald   \neyes half hidden behind thick lashes, lips plump and full, skin milky pale and flawlessly   \nsmooth.Â\u0026nbsp; Now, she was barely even recognizable as female, much less as the human she   \nonce was.Â\u0026nbsp; Her skin was a patchwork of scars, burns, and welts.Â\u0026nbsp; Every inch of her   \nemaciated form had felt the bite of some torturous implement at least once.Â\u0026nbsp; Heaped atop   \nthose scars were tattoos that turned her once pristine skin nearly pure black, words   \ndescribing every vile act she had performed during her captivity.  \n  \nFrom outward appearances, her face had received the most abuse.Â\u0026nbsp; It had been twisted   \nand mangled beyond grotesque.Â\u0026nbsp; Her mouth hung open in a needful circle, lipless,   \ntoothless, tongueless, stitched into a perfect ring, no more than a hole to be filled, a   \nwilling receptacle for whatever might be placed within.Â\u0026nbsp; Eyeless sockets stared dumbly   \ninto nothing over a ravaged cavity that had once been her nose.Â\u0026nbsp; The smooth sheen of the   \nflesh within gave tell to the use they had been put to.Â\u0026nbsp; Her limbs had been amputated at   \nelbow and knee, leaving her to waddle on calloused stumps like some deformed animal.Â\u0026nbsp;   \nWhere her breasts had once been there lay only the circular scars marking their removal.Â\u0026nbsp;   \nAlong her stomach had been grafted a multitude of mismatched nipples to compensate   \nfor that lack, each pierced through the center with a silver post.Â\u0026nbsp; The space between her   \nlegs was only recognizable by the orifice that gaped at its center.Â\u0026nbsp; Her netherlips had been   \npierced on either side by rows of rings.Â\u0026nbsp; Where her clitoris had once lay gaped a crater in   \nher flesh.Â\u0026nbsp; Her anus was plugged tight by a large ball attached to a fake dog tail, the only   \nthing keeping her from releasing her bowels on a constant basis.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;The external damage was only half the story.Â\u0026nbsp; Her vocal chords had been nearly   \ndestroyed by years of abuse, capable of making only the softest of sounds.Â\u0026nbsp; Permanent   \ntubes had been installed leading from lungs that had been halved directly to her nasal   \npassages, ensuring she could breathe no matter what might obstruct her throat.Â\u0026nbsp; Her   \nstomach too had been halved and her lower intestines removed so she would derive only   \nthe smallest amount of nutrients from any food she was allowed to ingest.Â\u0026nbsp; At least, on its   \nfirst pass through her system.Â\u0026nbsp; Her liver was but a shriveled thing from the drugs she had   \nbeen addicted to.Â\u0026nbsp; One of her kidneys had been cut out to aid in that process.Â\u0026nbsp; Her bladder   \nhad also been reduced in size to help torture both mind and body.Â\u0026nbsp; Her vaginal canal was   \nas scarred and mangled as her skin.Â\u0026nbsp; Her womb was long gone, removed soon after her   \nfirst and only litter had been born.  \n  \nShe stood calmly in the center of the ring, trembling slightly in the chill air.Â\u0026nbsp; The chanting   \nof the supplicants was nothing new, though their pitch and fervor were greater than ever   \nbefore.Â\u0026nbsp; The knowledge that she would be raped to death at the conclusion of their   \nceremony, whether it were successful or not, left her with a sense of peace.Â\u0026nbsp; After six   \nyears, six months, and six days of utter depravity, she would welcome the sweet embrace   \nof death, a freedom she had for so long prayed but for which she had long ceased   \nbegging.Â\u0026nbsp; When the floor between herself and the circle suddenly shattered and crumbled   \naway into nothing, flames erupting from the pit that had formed, she did not flinch.Â\u0026nbsp; Nor   \nwhen the demon arose from its depths did she so much as bat an eye.Â\u0026nbsp; She was happy her   \nmasters' plan had worked.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\"I AM SIN!\" the demon declared, its voice rumbling the stone beneath her.Â\u0026nbsp; \"I AM   \nCARNAL INCARNATE!Â\u0026nbsp; I AM LUST!Â\u0026nbsp; I ACCEPT THIS SACRIFICE AND GRANT   \nALL WITHIN THIS ROOM LIFE ETERNAL.\"  \n  \nIt was only when the demon began to reach for her that the implications dawned on her.Â\u0026nbsp;   \nShe numbered amongst those within the room.Â\u0026nbsp; She began to scream.  \n  \n  \nAuthor: Tobias Foxx  \nTitle: Breaktime Shorts 6  \nPart: BTS 06  \nSummary: A timed writing exercise 'money shot' quickie.  \nKeywords: Mf, rape, best, mc  \n  \n  \n20 min Mind Control Bestiality  \n  \n-------------------------------------------------  \nStories in this series are simple timed writing exercises.Â\u0026nbsp; As the series title suggests, they   \nare written during my breaks at work.Â\u0026nbsp; As such, most will be very short, rushed, and   \nlacking all but the most basic character building.Â\u0026nbsp; Essentially, they'll mostly be \"money   \nshot\" quickies.Â\u0026nbsp; I hope you enjoy them.  \n-------------------------------------------------  \n  \nHis fingers snapped, and the world changed.Â\u0026nbsp; At least, it changed for those around him   \nand for one female in particular.Â\u0026nbsp; For the customers in the area, that particular female   \nsimply ceased to exist, vanishing from their perceptions.Â\u0026nbsp; For the male dogs brought   \nalong by their owners to this fine pet shop, the female suddenly became a most attractive   \nbitch smelling ripe with heat.Â\u0026nbsp; For the female in question, her clothes became fire against   \nher skin and a need boiled in her loins that had to be satisfied immediately at all costs.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;She began to disrobe without a thought, clothes tossed carelessly aside to reveal her fair,   \nfreckled skin.Â\u0026nbsp; She dropped to the ground, legs spread, knees propping her rump in the air   \nas delicate fingers probed her moist hole, elfin face scrunched with frustration, hard   \nnipples pressed to the cold tile floor as she pumped at herself.Â\u0026nbsp; She gave a moan of   \npleasure as a cold nose and warm wet tongue nudge her fingers aside.Â\u0026nbsp; Pants of lustful   \nneed issued from between plump lips, the dane licking furiously at the space between her   \nlegs.Â\u0026nbsp; She gave a frustrated growl when that teasing tongue left, but it was immediately   \nreplaced by a rock hard shaft.Â\u0026nbsp; Her lips willingly parted for the corgi that mounted her   \nface, rocking between the two canines as she was spitted on dog cock.  \n  \nHis fingers snapped again, and the world resumed its natural course.Â\u0026nbsp; The female's eyes   \ngrew wide, and she attempted to pull away from the dogs but it was far too late.Â\u0026nbsp; Paws   \nheld tight behind her head and around her waist as the canines furious pumped into her   \nformerly willing body.Â\u0026nbsp; Her struggles drew the attention of the customers, who gasped in   \nshock and dismay.Â\u0026nbsp; The corgi came first, its knot swelling to lock behind her teeth.Â\u0026nbsp; The   \nsmall dog dismounted, turning to stand with its rump against her face, furry balls pressing   \nagainst her chin.Â\u0026nbsp; She swallowed audibly as it pumped its load down her throat.Â\u0026nbsp; The dane   \nwas not far behind.Â\u0026nbsp; Its hips hunched lower as it pounded a softball-sized knot against her   \ntiny entrance.Â\u0026nbsp; She screamed around the corgi when the dane finally slammed itself home.Â\u0026nbsp;   \nHis fingers snapped once more, deepening her humiliation with an earth-shattering   \norgasm.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;As the dane dismounted, he finally stepped forward, a stern expression on his lupine   \nmuzzle, his badge held out for her to see, authentic and immediately recognizable.  \n  \n\"Ma'am, I'm afraid you'll have to come with me,\" he ordered.Â\u0026nbsp; \"At least, once your   \nboyfriends get done with you.\"  \n  \nInwardly, he was grinning.Â\u0026nbsp; She would never make it to the station.Â\u0026nbsp; She was such a   \npretty little bitch, and there was a nice warm bed in his kennel just her size.  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Breaktime Shorts","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/87542-breaktime-shorts-3-and-4.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/89418-breaktime-shorts-10-and-11.json"}}