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This is PEAK fiction

Dean said:
wtf?
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sigma said:
Today, I was making eggs
and I was wondering, how to inflict suffering on others, but in a very funny way, like on a comedy shows
So I used my friend Whitepill as an exemplar
What kind of torture could I use to devastate his mind and soul? Collapse him into nothing more than a broken shell?
Of course, I'm a sick fuck, so I'm going to cook up something devious

Alright... I find Whitepill. He's passed out from a long night of gambling in Vegas. A relatively nice night, he enjoyed himself with Ripskeem and Rainbowdash. Lots of fun. His tuxedo's a bit stained from the soda he drank, and his hair's a mess.
I snatch him, he's a bit heavy. Ripskeem and Rainbowdash are relatively light and easy to go. As I lift them, I can feel Rainbowdash's hairy chest against my arm and my suspicions of Greek "women" are confirmed. She looks like an eromenos but thats not relevant
I pop up them into my sleek bronze colored lambo, and speed down the highway. Headlights on, dark night, but the car is surprisingly quiet and once I get into a good acceleration, its barely not notiecable. I can hear some groaning and movement in the back seat, but they don't seem to be alerted. Finally, I reach a waterfall and drive through it very fast. Here is my secret base.
I scoop up Whitepill and the rest with ease, carry them down the dim furnished halls. My feet click against the marble, and classical sculpture and renaissance paintings line the walls. Such a shame you won't get to see it.

Finally, I turn and enter a room, and seat Whitepill in an unnatural and uncomfortable chair. He limply lays there, awkwardly. I adjust him under the armpits and tie him to the chair with an orange nylon cord. He shakes and a bit of drool runs down his chin. He mumbles 'raw meat.... mmm ovaries...'
Little does he know what will happen when he wakes up.
Little does he know, that he is sitting in the cuck chair..

A beautiful large mattress is in front of him, with silky pearl sheets, fluffy pillow. It's a canopy bed, and there are some light red/pinkish neon lights on the carved base boards. There is a painting of a fat greasy man eating goyslop at his office chair. I just know it will jumpscare him once he is awaked.
I rest Rainbowdash and Ripskeem on the bed. Aww. They look so squishy. Both are relatively short, one wavy brown haired with beautiful doe eyes and light freckles, and decent looking breasts, but I'm a gentleman so I don't stare. The other is dirty blonde, also brown eyes, and she has a soft appearance to her. I confiscate her vape, because its unhealthy. Naughty naughty!
I adjust my tie around my neck.. feels a bit suffocating after all of my work. I put on a nice dark robe made of animal furs, particularly sable and siberian foxes. Pop open a wine bottle, romanee conti 1945. Sweet, and you can tell its quite aged.
I pour a glass and set it on the glass table after a sip.
Whitepill is starting to come to, after the loud noise of the cork flying off. He shakes his head groggily, peeling open his soft green eyes emanating under the lightly lit room. Some moonlight is pouring through the tall palladan windows, striking the ladies on the bed purrfectly. He suddenly feels alert, confused.

I feel around in my pockets. The time has come.

Panicking, Whitepill hollers. Rainbowdash shoots up, while Ripskeem groans and stretches her arm out. "5 more minutes" she yawns. But as Rainbowdash and Whitepill start alerting her, she comes up with a jolt. Her New York accent is heavy. "What the fuck?"
I'm standing against the wall. It's too dark to see me.
As the girls start getting up to assist Whitepill out of his bondage, I pull out my hidden ace from my pocket. A hypnosis watch. It starts swinging side to side, its shiny golden exterior and platinum hands reflecting and catching the girls attention. They see me, and act shocked, not knowing who I am, but the repetitive motion soothes them. They turn placid.

Finally, I speak.

"Act on your natural urges, Rainbowdash and Ripskeem. Its ok, you do not need to hide yourself in the closets."

ohhhhh they sigh. there is nothing, and then a spark between their eyes. a fiery passion that has been at blast now. their urges tell them to start making out. lewd noises follow.

"what the flip" whitepill says loudly. he tries to turn his head but is unable to

"reveal yourself you sick fuck!"

"no >: D" i reply. my deep voice utterly devastates him, and the girls start getting more aroused at each other and cuz of me

he starts trying to fight back, struggling, hurling insults. but to no avail. he faces rainbowdash

"baby... rainyboo? please... this isnt like you. this maniac clearly has you under a spell!"

"No, these are their natural drives. I never forced them to do anything. I merely unlocked the door to their repressed side."

"No... no! you fricking liar! piece of shit! Dashy! please! you love me, don't you?" ... "Please say something. I love you." ....

I can sense the gut wrenching heartbreak, the saltiness that runs down his cheeks as he starts bawling. But no, thats not all.
The girls start ######. so hot.
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Whitepill doesn't know what to think. But he has a boner. as do I
Now he is in serious pain. Restrained and aching, cucked and forced to watch against his will as the love of his life is doing the devil's tango with his friend. he thinks to himself, "my penis hurt. i want cum" and of course, this is a natural response to such sexiness

However, I am more restrained. I watch as this memory gets imprinted into his mind, like a hot iron into the flesh of a slave. He tries to look away, and screams in sheer terror and shock when his eyes land upon a painting which displays a man eating hogslosh and wageslaving. Ah yes, I almost forget about that. I cage out loud at his shrieks.
The girls get even more freakier, mumbling sweet sexy nothings into each others ears, eating their faces and colliding their flesh in an almost synchronized and ardent fashion. Yet there is a sense of wildness that endures.

Suddenly, Neil Patrick Harris comes out of nowhere. Little does Whitepill know, this man is merely a figment of his imagination.

"YOU! WAS IT YOU!?" But whitpeill already knows the answer is no. it couldnt be. he wants to deny his schizophrenic side, but he cant. he has to accept harsh reality, more salt to the wound

neil patrick harris leans in for a kiss. whitepill feels tight lipped, but eventually accepts it. he accepts himself. somethign unexpected. an eerie calms settles. "thank you neil patrick harris..." he mumbles

the ropes snap, his sheer animalistic strength enough to snap it apart. he turns around and sees me.

"who the fuck are you?"

"i am."

"n***a what?"

"sigma"

"AAAAAAAA"
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"SINCE WHEN WERE YOU 5'2 SIGMA!?? AND WHY HAVE YOU DONE THIS TO ME YOU ILLIGETIMATE ILLITERATE NUGGET MIDGET!?"


"NO! STOP! I FORGOT TO WEAR MY HEEL LIFTS AND TIP TOE! PLEASE IM 5'8! THIS WHOLE PIECE WAS TOTALLY NOT FOR THE SOLE PURPOSE OF LEADING UP TO A CONFESSION ON HOW IVE BEEN LARPING ON MY HEIGHT!!!!"

yet. yet.
theres something that overcomes the both of us. something beyond us. suddenly we both fall to our knees and burst into tears (not me tho im sigma)
maybe... maybe the real looksmaxxing was the friends we made along the way!
with this epiphany, i could feel whitepill's ethereal ammonia meat reek everywhere.
if someone asked me, what kind of moment i would wish to stay in forever, this. this one.
the girls in the background scream as they gush for the millionth time over. soaking, they approach us and join the hug. im still hard.


and then my eggs were done being cooked so I ate and hopped on this forum
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