# Breaktime Shorts 5 and 6 Author: tobiasfoxx Tags: Bestiality, Demon, Horror, Mind Control, Mutilation, Other/Herm, Rape, Torture #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.  Where her breasts had once been there lay only the circular scars marking their removal.  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.  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.  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. Source: https://sofurry.com/s/rnawq4Je Part of the series Breaktime Shorts Previous: https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/87542-breaktime-shorts-3-and-4.md Next: https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/89418-breaktime-shorts-10-and-11.md