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Reblog to show your support for NSFW Artists, who deserve better than having their art censored/removed because of a badly thoughtout idea

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The Intern 1

I just finished my first year of post-graduate work in chemical engineering and I am so excited that I landed the internship with Libb-Ido Corp, the largest chemical manufacturers on the planet.   I arrive at work in my suit and tie and walk into the office.  I sit down nervous as heck, but really excited.  I know interning at a place usually gets you a leg up on the ability to land a job after graduation. “Joe, Joe Nobody?” I spring up out of my seat ready to impress.  I wipe back my short brown hair. My blue eyes sparkle as my smile lights up my face. “Yes.  Here? Present?  All of the above!” I state jovially and nervously as I extend my hand in grateful and social politeness.

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Nadia and the Shop of Horrors 12

From the moment she landed the blow, things happen quickly. It is not long before Nadia finds herself a lewd mannequin, her locked pussy home to a toy that is driving her crazy in a very short space of time.

Leashed to the pole there is no escape from the window, from the many faces that peer through it, and see her struggling not to cum in front of them. She is dressed, if you can call it that, in a light brown latex catsuit, that is to all intents and purposes, see through, her tits moulded by the latex to be clearly on show. The chastity belt covering her sex but she has ludicrous rubber tail that dances frantically when she moves. And move she does despite herself, the egg causing her to writhe as she fights the pleasure that is being forced upon her. The ears of this crazy costume dance with her tail but at least the muzzle should disguise her.

Then it strikes her from the reaction of her audience, to her horror, she can tell she is recognized, she is a well known mage in town and now she is there on show for their amusement. But how do they know it is her. She realises as someone points towards her neck, it is the fucking collar, with Nobody's Bitch Nadia Ayers, written on it. That creep, the shopkeeper Joe Nobody with his sick sense of humour that was funny. At least the bastard is not laughing now nursing his hopefully very bruised balls.

Those thoughts evaporate quickly as the egg is relentless, it must be set to max. There in the shop window, on a very busy high street, dressed up like a dog, she cums violently, apparently shamelessly.

The proud mage has some weaknesses, one is her overly sensitive nipples and another is to be Fluffy the human puppy who is humiliated in public. The intense orgasms squirts out and the chastity belt can only stop it spraying as it escapes clearly running down the legs of her crotchless catsuit. Fluffy yelps and barks excitedly as she cums and then when it subsides, to the horror of some and the fascination of others, starts to lap up her mess from the floor wagging her tail. For a little while at least, Nadia is nowhere to be seen.

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The Reporter - 3

I stand there held in place by her loyal guards as Ms Nadia Ayers stands and addresses me and my journal.  I give her credit, she has a charisma about her, but my investigative instincts tell me she is still very dangerous.  

Of course, she apologizes for hitting me on the head saying “Oh, this is not in our nature...”  She follows this up by offering me a biscuit and tea.  I refuse at first, but I look at her, Nadia is full of grace and beauty and may be the most intelligent person I have ever dealt with, and she has many ways to deal with me, so I truly doubt the tea and biscuit have any issue with them.  The guards release their death grip on my arms and I flex them trying to circulate the blood back down to my fingers.

I try a biscuit and I hate that it tastes so damned good. Nadia’s perfection is intimidating and I must stay on my toes.  I take a sip of tea and listen to her plead her ignorance and innocence in the investigation.  She is so charming, the absence of logic almost makes her arguments sound plausible, but all is not as perfect as Ms Ayers puts on. As Nadia puts some salve on the bump on my head, she details another Sorceress, Natasha Travallier.  How SHE is the one responsible for the disappearances and increase in animals wandering aimlessly about town. Then there is the kicker... “So, Ms Ayers, you mean to have me believe that I am completely mistaken?  I had this all wrong?  All the disappearances have been from the EVIL Sorceress Natasha Travallier, who possessed your friend, but you already took care of the problem by turning your friend and this evil sorceress into your breasts?!  I really hope you understand my skepticism here, Ms Ayers.  Isn’t it convenient all evidence pointed to you and your property, I come here and you say ‘I took care of it. Go away!’  I’m sorry but that isn’t good enough.  I need proof.  The city of Sunnyglade needs proof.” I look down at your breasts at they are huge and strain the red latex that contains them.  I stare maybe a millisecond too long, but I recollect my thoughts.  I address your right breast, “Hello Natasha.  I guess you had this one coming now didn’t you.”  I then turn to your left breast and say, “Poor Matt, are you okay?  To bad you got hung up in this.  I’ll try to keep you breast of the situation once I figure it out.”  My voice is filled with mockery then I look back up into your eyes.

“Did I get that right?  Natasha on the right Matt on the left or did I get it backwards?” When you ask me if Forever can do anything to make up for the knock on my head, I back pedal instantly.  I smash myself into the heaving breasts of your cow-woman guard, her flesh nearly swallowing my arm.  I look at the demon with its obvious disdain for me and then your large belly.   “While I am here, you ARE pregnant, yes?”  Then I turn to Forever and stare into her ice blue eye.  “Is this yours?” I ask pointing at your belly.

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The Reporter

Nadia takes a long time to study your journal. She looks at every image, every word and then looks at you with a look of shame. “ I am so sorry. We have treated you disgracefully. The only way I can explain it is a case of mistaken identity. A lot of what you’ve written is complete rubbish but I will return it to you and it is entirely up to you what you do with it.”

Your gag is removed and Nadia passes you a cup of tea and provides a large biscuit on a saucer. “ I was told that you were working for Natasha Travallier, but I can tell from your notes that your misguided scribbles offer no danger to us. You are probably not aware of it but Natasha Travallier is an alias for an evil sorceress who has been terrorising Sunnyglade ”

Nadia gets up and goes to a cupboard and get some balm which applies to the lump on your head. “ This rather aggressive behaviour which we have shown you is not typical of us. I am afraid you can just put it down to bad timing on your part. However the sorceress is really dangerous and is causing terrible problems. If you were as good a reporter as you think you are, you may have noticed that many of the Citizens of Sunnyglade have been disappearing. It would have come to your attention that there are many more animals wandering the streets of Sunnyglade. This has all been her work. ”

Your wound attended to, Nadia returns to her chair and continues to explain to you what has happened. “Matt Locke, a sorceress Hunter was employed by the town hall to put a stop to her Evil Activities. He was causing her a lot of problems and so she cursed him and possessed him. I had been working with him and then realised that she was inside him. I caught her off guard and managed to cast a spell which made her and him, my boobs. This then has rendered her powerless but it is obviously a temporary solution. I would hope that you would keep this to yourself until we can sort out a solution as the consequences to the town of very serious. I did however think that we owed you the courtesy of telling you the truth. ”

Nadia looks a little critically at her assistant Forever ,“ and I do think we acted a little overzealously in how we treated you. Could Forever make it up to you in any way?”

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The Reporter - 1 ...Caught

“Spying? SPYING?! No, Ms. Ayers I was investigating.  Investigating the disappearance of several people from around Sunnyglade.  You wouldn’t happen to know about their where abouts would you?” I am then gagged while tea is served. I tried to look tough and sure of myself, but the lump on the back of my head throbbed so much, my vision doubled with my every heartbeat.  I couldn’t rub it either as my hand were secured behind me tightly.  I was held in place before Ms Ayers herself, mysterious matriarch of Ayers Cottage, by two of her esteemed followers, a woman dressed in a latex French Maid’s uniform and another woman, if you could call her that, with cow’s horns and 4 nude titanic lactating breasts.  As much danger I was in, I found these ‘guards’ as enticing as fearsome to my future here in Sunnyglade. Ayers Cottage is the most rumored about, but nearly completely unknown place just east of Erie Manor.  As a reporter for the Sunnyglade Gazette, I took it upon myself to look into these rumors that swirled about town, but no one is man enough to check them out.  For months now I have been sneaking onto the property peering into her barn filled with half animal, half women creatures of untold beauty and devotion to Ms Ayers. I have not figured out how these creature have come into being or why they are so dedicated to her, but I can only surmise the one-eyed demon who walks with her supplies the real power.  It is that demon that I fear the most.  She walks unhinged, without fear among the women animals and they tremble in her presence.  They know something for which to fear and that fear chills my blood. In my time on and off property, I never ventured into a building for fear of getting caught, but I see Ms Ayers is now showing signs of having a baby.  The only being who is truly close to her is that demon, and I fear that child is its spawn.  What evil may befall us citizens of Sunnyglade if my suspicions are true. I MUST find out the truth, for the safety of us all.  That is where I made my mistake.  I wandered too close to the house and then my world went dark with a loud “CLANG” I think was a shovel.  Here I am now standing before Ms Ayers as she has her afternoon tea seated with that foul infernal beast.  Ms Ayers is covered in a shiny red catsuit that accentuats her pregnant belly and large lactating breasts.  I cannot look at her though.  I keep my eyes on that infernal demon and her blue eye.  I feel it piercing my soul as I stand flanked by guards, silently waiting for the matriarch and her demoness concubine to finish their tea before they even acknowledge I am standing before them.  I feel my cock shrivel in fear and judgement from the one Ms Ayers calls ‘Forever’. Once tea is over, the demon pats me down and finds my journal.  It searches through and rips out page after page of my notes of my investigation detailing the missing people, including police officers dispatched to the cottage, but never been heard from again.  Detailed account of Ms Ayers spending long hours in the barn personally taking care of her ‘animals’.  Maps of how I passed through the forest and over the wooden bridge, how the trees seemed to talk to me, but I ever resisted going to them, staying away from their branches, keeping to the path.  How to navigate the fog without getting lost on the property.  How these hybrid women animals devolved further after a vist from that one-eyed demon. My evidence is damning and well written, but now ripped and scattered on the table before us all.  My purpose there is unquestionable.  The grip on my arms is currently inescapable.  The question now is what will Ms Ayers do now that she knows I am willing to fill the newspapers with the truth about her and her compound.

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Nadia 5

I’m talking, laughing having a good time in The Smelly Sorceress when I feel warmth on the side of my leg.  I spit out my drink and look down in time to see my brown rubber bitch lowering her leg and the smell of urine wafting towards my nose.  

Fortunately, I was wearing my rubber pants, but my shoes were soaked.  I took a step and warm liquid squished through my toes.  “You naughty, naughty bitch!”  I shoved you to the side with my leg, bet over and spanked your ass repeatedly until my hand turned red.  “Such a naughty girl.”  I drop my cash on the bar and apologize to Rusty, but no effort to clean up your mess.  “I guess I need to water my dog.” I announce to anyone paying attention.  I grab your lead and you feel the tug of your red collar as I guide you back out of the bar and onto the street. Every step I take with my left foot makes a sick squishy sound as your pee peculates between my toes.  

I walk you a few blocks until we make it to the dog park.  All kinds of dogs are running around on the lawn here.  Many are full dogs, but several are anthro dogs such as yourself.  I tie you to a lamp post next to the bench I sit on to take off my shoe.  “Pee here naughty girl.”  I say with much disdain to let you know you were a bad girl.  I take off my shoe and head to the pond to try and rinse it out leaving you to sit and think.  

In my absence another owner comes by and kneels beside you and tries to pet you.  She is pleasant looking, about 5 foot 2, asian, and she has a full Yorkshire Terrier in toe.  “Hello girl what’s your name?” she says very friendly.  “Muffins get away from there.  “The little dog runs around and start stiffing your butt.

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Nadia 4

Nadia has no idea what has caused this madness. This fantastic tale if her abandoning Adriana is nonsense. Life is complicated but both her and Forever have recently given birth to baby girls, Audrey and Naomi, respectively. It was Adriana who had left her working away, but she came back wanting to end it with Nadia. Adriana was unhappy, didn't see herself as good enough for Nadia and this hall left Nadia heartbroken. Nadia had always wanted a child so Adriana said she would carry one for her and then become a mindless breeding bitch with no responsibility for the child. Nadia foolishly thought that this might bring them together more, but nothing changed when Adriana got pregnant. Forever picked up the pieces that was Nadia and She said She also wanted to carry Nadia's child and be the mother to both. Nadia realised through all the emotional fog that she loved Forever. Less than a month ago the babies had been born. The last thing Nadia wanted was for Adriana to be a breeding Bitch.

Forever had, because of Adriana's wishes, used runes to make her desires come true and she had magic that would let her breed with practically anything. So Nadia showed Adriana only kindness. When Audrey was born, Adriana still wanted the baby to be brought up my Nadia but she now thought that wanting to be a breeding Bitch had been her way if escaping. She asked to be Nadia's slave and live with them helping to bring up the children as a servant but looking after the family. It was early days, and a path fraught with danger, but things were going well. Forever had found the birth harder than Adriana. As a result of this Adriana had become wet nurse to both children and was the happiest she had been in a long time. Nadia had set out to town to get some more pieces for the nursery and then this had happened. The strange shop, the even stranger Mr Nobody, the bizarre dolls. The whole thing was a nightmare but almost someone else's like she was in a parallel universe.

The story the madman purported was nonsense. Adriana was not lost or abandoned but back at the cottage nursing Nadia's babies. And she, Nadia, was now some half latex, half freak, puppy, her private bits exposed in the tavern. The whole thing is medieval, she has the equivalent of a sign around her neck , like a criminal marked theif or the like and put into stocks. She has been paraded through town and a crowd have gathered and followed her. Not all are happy , many have been helped by Mrs Ayers in the past, and can't understand the witch hunt. There is laughter from many, when instead of drinking water from the bowl, the puppy lifts up her leg and starts to pee all over her supposed owners trousers.