(TiTs FanFic) Short Tales of Troubled Dreams: The Fuckening pt.1

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  1. Veilwolf

    Veilwolf Active Member

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    As one rest thy weary head the beast within left with an unsated lust, Fuck Must Fuck chanted over and over like a mantra within you mind it starts as a whisper at first. You wake turning on the lights to find nothing there you turn over and go back to sleep. Fuck Must Fuck the echoing mantra growing louder and louder you cabin feels like a great storm as shaken the ship faster it seems to pick up pace throwing your lust addled mind into a state of paralyses Am I trapped in a waking nightmare have I died you wonder. You hear multiple voices chanting Fuck Must Fuck coming from a dark corridor within you ship you try to run but every step you take pulls you deeper towards the chanting like a vortex. You still are sure if this is a dream or a personal hell as you pass a mirror that you have never seen before shows the evidence of a paradox effect the mirror being the gateway. You step off your ship as all seems normal but not you soon realize this you hear the Chant again Fuck Must Fuck as what appears to be one of your many bastards rushing you in a craven sex haze. You are pinned down stripped, bound and gagged a dark hooded figure larger then the rest of the gatherers seems to be their leader. Ah Steele so glad of you to join us no more shall the children of lust be denied as they present a bloody sack out rolls the heads of your beloved crew members. The leader say this was your own doing you by hearing our called but choosing to ignore it you have forced our hand, we are but many of your bastards we're not surprised you don't recognize us but yes you shall be force to know us as you will never leave us again nor shall you deny us what we seek fulfillment of our eternal lust you shall service us rather you want to or not. A thunk over the head you awaken in a room with a sterile white light you lay on an operating table unable to move but able to feel everything as the auto saw revs up removing you limbs one by one your body being grafted on a nanowall to be used as stress relief toy for all of your lust tainted bastards being fucked over and over seemed to break your mind as you chant out loud Fuck Must Fuck thus the Fuckening has begun. As your eyes roll into the back of you skull you snap back to you senses awakens in a torrent of sweat and cum relieved to still have your limbs. You feel a little woosy but hop in the shower an collect your thoughts... "Goddamn that felt so fucking real" you say to yourself hmm must have been something in the water.
     
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