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dertotalenkrieglover · 12 days ago

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me x Pandoraistired...

Anon carried the body of Pandoraistired towards the operating table.

He lay her down gently, and began his work while she was still unconscious.

He pushed and pulled needles, drew small lines with a sharpie, sealed some holes and opened others… Eventually, his work came to fruition - He has successfully given Pandoraistired a medically induced cloacal anomaly.

Taking a step back, he laughed under his breath, “haw haw haw…”

After sitting and waiting for her to wake, she finally did. Anon wasted no time - he had already waited so damn long to toy with this kind of human… a human with a cloaca.

Anon twitched and excitedly ran over to his desk, where he kept his previous love affair, cursedreverie1945, as well as his favourite tools.

“Oh Pandoraistired…” Anon took out a knife and coated it with all the foul fluids that had spewed from the cloaca as he was performing a very professional and rational surgery.

He began slowlu shoving it back and forth in penetrating motions into pandoraistired's stomach, knife-fucking her, before dragging a long slit all the way down to her shiny and new cloaca that Anon had so kindly given her. Eventually, as the knife reached deeper and deeper, it opened her stomach and intestines, and all the shit and bile from.her digestive tract burst out from within, coating the two lovers.

Anon became more and more desperate, thrusting the knife harder, so hard that Pandoraistired'sblood was now the main component of all the fluids pooling around them, which poetically formed a heart shaped pattern.

Anon stepped back. “HAW HAW HAW” he bellowed in a happy way. Because he was happy, otherwise he wouldn't have bellowed in a happy way.

Anon smiled and took another step away from Pandoraistired before he walked over to his desk and, underneath the rotting pile of Cursedreverie1945’s corpse and shit, was an enema bag.

He held it and began desperately scooping the shit and necrotic tissue into the bag - the flesh was so rotten that it pulled apart between his fingers. The scent was foul and disgusting enough to make anyone violently vomit, which was honestly what Anon hoped to happen when he brought someone else into his special love room.

Holding up the full enema bag and approaching Pandoraistired, Anon excitedly sat on the bed beside little Pandoraistired.

Anon looked down into the enema bag, shoved his two fingers down his throat and immediately vomited, and mixed it into the shit and dead tissue, turning it to a greenish-yellow mixture that would make solid statues vomit.

Anon retrieved something from beneath the operating table - Pandoraistired tried to see what it was, but he strapped it to her face before she could properly study what it was. It held her mouth open to its limits.

“Oh… oh fuck, Im so damn jealous, because I'm letting you drink all of this” Anon said.

Anon poured the mixture down into Pandoraistired’s mouth, she gargled and choked as her body tried to repulse the fluids from her system - but it didn't work. Anon’s hand quivered from his arousal, causing him to accidentally pour the mixture into her eyes and up her nose. He didn't notice as he was busy rolling his eyes back and writhing in arousal.

“HAW HAW HAW” Anon laughed, he twitched as he orgasmed to the sight of pandoraistired swallowing the foul fluid.

He didn't even notice that pandoraistired had died for a minute or so by now - having choked on cursedreverie1945's shit and rotted corpse.

Anon looked down at pandoraistired and flinched a bit, accidentally spilling the shit and bile onto himself. “Ah… my sweet pandora, you will go in a little box, right next to my dear cursedreverie1945… yes, perfect…”

He began kissing and licking pandoraistired's deceased face, tasting all the blood and shit as well as cursedreverie1945's corpse.

Anon then chose his favourite saw, and began severing pandoraistired’s body limb from limb (other than what he already had done).

He held her arm tenderly, close to himself and smiled softly. “Oh… this will make for perfect decor…!” he said as he placed it into an empty plant pot on his desk.

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dertotalenkrieglover · 15 days ago

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cursedreverie1945 x me fanfiction 😁

“A-anon… What is this?” you ask nervously as Anon leans over you with a scalpel in their hand.

“Oh cursedreverie1945… I would say I pity you but I'm just so damn horny right now… I just want to see you sodomised and broken” Anon (me. I'm anon) says back.

Anon traces their hand over your naked body, smirking lightly, stopping at your abdomen. “Oh, cursedreverie1945… I'm going to show you a world of hurt”

“b-but… but why? what did I do-” you were cut off by Anon's fingers being thrust into your mouth, you bite down but only receive a slap across the face as a result.

Experimentally, Anon runs the scalpel up and down your exposed body, to your throat down to the slit of your cunt, once, twice, over and over.

Anon leans down and almost half whispers, voice shrill and broken, “I'll gently caress every inch of your body” they begin, “so that you can feel the pain even worse.”

You didn't even know what to say, your thighs quivered softly, the hardness of the metal chair dug into your spine uncomfortably as you backed up against it.

Anon smiled softly as they ran their hands up and down your body gently, becoming more and more tense with each movement. “cursedreverie1945… every second of this is torture… I just want to run my hands up and down your intestines… squeeze them until a thick fluid excretes from each end… but no, I'll have to be nice and patient” they say, drool dripping down their chin as they lean in, taking in your scent - not just of your perfume or conditioner, but the natural scent of your sweat, your skin, everything.

“I want to watch the pus leak from your wounds… maybe, just maybe I'd like a taste…” anon continued to rant, their face reddening as they gently massaged your body. The contrast of harsh threats to soft hands confused you and made you feel light headed - you didn't know what was going on but you wanted it to end. Just as you'd managed to get used to the gentle feelings, Anon pulled away.

“OK, sweet miss… you're nice and tenderized, like a slab of red meat… haw haw haw…” They laughed.

They took a step back into the dark room and opened a drawer in their desk, examining many bits and pieces that were too obscured by the darkness for you to see.

A few seconds passed and they returned holding a bag of zip ties. Anon must have noticed the panicked look on your face and shook their head, “oh, no no, don't worry, this isn't for strangling you” they said.

You look up at them pleadingly, hoping at any rate they'd start to feel guilty - but they only became more excited as they looked back down at you. “Oh, sweet miss, my little cursedreverie1945…” they said, kneeling in front of you with the scalpel in hand.

You wanted to kick, you wanted to punch, but you simply couldn't - you were trapped within the confines of this chair by countless ropes tied tightly around you.

“I would remove those legs of yours, but, oh gosh, they're just too beautiful attached to you…” Anon stated, nuzzling their cheek against your thigh. “But I'd love to have you as my little paraplegic sex toy, hmmm, perhaps later down the line” they concluded.

“Let's see what we have here, hmm?” Anon started, running the scalpel down your abdomen. The pain felt hot, somehow, it hurt a hell of a lot- your face twisted and contorted with the pain as your blood began to seep down to your cunt, Anon smiled and shook their head. “Oh, oh no, you poor little thing… Did that hurt? you're being awfully quiet.”

Anon sounded patronising as they spoke, but their eyes conveyed one feeling, and one feeling alone - Lust.

Anon’s look of last became disappointment when they realised that the scalpel hadn't dug into you properly. Shaking their head, they carved another slit - this time, reaching just about at your internals.

Anon smiled softly and looked up at you, you had been doing well up until now, but you couldn't hold back your shrill cry of pain when Anon started to move their hands up and down your large intestine - in up and down motions with a gentle squeeze. Anon seemed pleased with themselves as they did this, mouth watering, almost desperate to lick the organ but they held back, just about.

“Cursedreverie1945… you're so well behaved, y'know that? whimpering and screaming in the most delightful way… HAW HAW HAW”

You continue to whimper and cry, at a complete loss of what to do, and genuinely confused as to how you haven't died yet.

Anon leaned in, and with a harsh tug, (yeah I'm done using they/them pronouns for anon anon is a he) had your intestines spool outward onto his lap. Fascinated, he pulled them closer to his face.

“Oh, how delightful… I really shouldn't, I think my nose is bleeding…” he spoke under his breath as your eyes rolled back in pain and horror.

You began to shake slightly, as the room rolled around you treacherously. What is happening?? Why do you feel like this??

During this, Anon, who still clutched onto your intestines tightly, began to run his tongue up the side of the slit left by the sharp scalpel. He winced at the bitter taste but quickly began to enjoy it, moving his head further towards the slit before jolting away suddenly. “No, I mustn't… not yet, at least… oh god” he gasped.

He stood up, which revealed that he had become erect at some point during this. He walked back to that small desk in the corner and retrieved something, you couldn't quite see, but it looked like… rope?

Walking back towards you, he smiled. “Stay still, sweet miss…” he started kneeling, before untying one of your legs.

You realised that now could be your time to attack but your leg had gone entirely numb from how tight the restraints were, that was about to get so much worse…

He began wrapping the rope tightly around your left leg, tighter, tighter.

“N… no…” you slurred, but it was no use. You regained a bit of feeling in your left leg, but he had already tied a rope tightly around it by then - surely cutting off any circulation.

In that sudden moment, you felt cold, but you were drenched in sweat. Your legs felt entirely numb, but your right arm tingled and pinched uncomfortably. You became dizzy and your eyes rolled back into your skull.

Anon watched, amazed, aroused, even. He stood up and examined your face, not noticing the warm fluid that drained between your legs.

You heard a laugh, but it was so difficult to discern from everything else you heard. Soon, you began confusing what you hear with what you see - it all blurred together. Is this what death feels like?

All the while, Anon said, in a tone meant to be soothing but it only made you feel worse. “You won't die, it's okay. You aren't dying.”

He laughed and leaned down again, before looking up at you, not that you could see.

You felt a warmth between your thighs, as Anon began to lick the yellow droplets of your urine, satisfied with himself. He stood, and took another look at your left leg - which was turning purple from the lack of blood flow.

By now, the skin of your foot had entirely become necrotic tissue, rotting before Anon's eyes. He was satisfied by this, it was exactly what he wanted. Soon enough, that leg will fall off and roll onto the floor, keeping one leg on you so that Anon could admire it.

“I'm so sorry, Cursedreverie1945… I just can't help myself… I just love amputating my patients… I can't help myself, I really can't…!” Anon cried with joy, as if close to climax by simply picturing the amputee you'd soon become.

“HAW HAW HAW” he laughed seductively, throwing his head back as his gloved hands twitched.

Anon quickly returned to gripping and squeezing your large intestine. He took the scalpel, and used his gloved fingers to look into your body. He pierced the connection between your rectum and your large intestine, and pulled it out fully.

“Oh my goodness… Cursedreverie1945…” he whimpered a bit as he spoke. “My sweet miss…” He took one of the zipties and wrapped it around the cut off end of your intestine, just tight enough to squeeze the shit from your intestine upwards…

He laughed and pulled the ziptie up, you felt the shit in your body push upwards, upwards, pooling into your small intestine, further, you felt so damn sick.

At some point, something happened in your body - as if it went into shock. You screamed suddenly as fecal matter started pooling into your stomach, stirring with bile and stomach acid. Anon laughed, watching the bulge of your faeces push into your stomach. He laughed and drooled a bit, before pushing the ziptie right up to the ring of your stomach.

You began to feel sick, nauseous. Before you could even process this feeling, you violently vomited all over yourself. The vomit, of course, was a mix of bile and fecal matter, spewing and squirting all over yourself and Anon. Anon's face reddened as he became even more aroused - he smirked and pulled you closer.

“Oh my goodness… oh my fucking goodness… you're such a delight, Cursedreverie1945, not because you're perfect but because you're absolutely vile and disgusting…! I'm so aroused, I can't hold myself back anymore…!”

Anon orgasmed, his cum leaking into his underwear as he gripped onto your slim shoulders desperately.

At this point, you couldn't properly process anything - your mind was broken and fried from the amount of seizures you had endured during this, and your body was shutting down.

Anon ran his hand down your deceased leg, he gave it a tug and it popped off like a lego block. He looked at the deceased leg and smiled. “Oh, I know, I know…” he began as he walked away with the leg.

There was a noise of cutting, chopping, grinding… and suddenly the sound of a mechaning whirring…? you tried to look at Anon, but your head felt like it was being pulled to the side as you tried, and your eyes rolled down to your lower left.

He returned back, with a jug of brown and yellow liquid.

He laughed and grabbed your jaw, holding your mouth open before pouring the milkshake of pus, blood, bone and necrotic tissue into your mouth. You began to vomit, but couldn't, as Anon just poured more into your mouth.

Your face reddened as you choked on your own shit and dead flesh, small squirts of it coming out of your mouth, and up through your nose, which just dribbled back into your mouth.

Anon watched as your life drained from you, choking on your own fluids. It smelt terrible but Anon just couldn't help himself - he desperately French kissed you desperately, taking hurried breaths and willingly swallowing your bodily fluids and dead cells.

He pulled away, whispering quietly while still extremely aroused “My dearest cursedreverie1945…”

#smut #fanfiction #fanfic

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