BornAndTorn 105 The Meat Puppe

What would they do to me? That question was about to be answered in the next few seconds. At least I could tell that the Big Sister was a lot more decisive than her male counterpart.

Would they try to eat me or use my body as bait to avoid monsters? Or would they cut my body apart and use my bones to make weapons out of them?

" Did you find anything good on him?"

The Big Brother had a proud expression on his face, as he presented his findings. He lifted a fingerless glove with both of his hands and gave it to her.

" This is something strange I found on him, its weight is really heavy. I wonder how this is used?"

Thanks to the warning, the Big sister was not as troubled with the weight of the gloves although she also did not seem to have any idea how those are utilized.

She tried everything from dropping them to the ground and throwing them with all of her force. The actions that followed made me question how the humans in this world had survived to see the light of day. It felt like the day when I wanted to explain the Internet to my grandparents all over again.

It has 5 openings, what else on your body has at least 5 of them? No, please do not put it in your mouth to chew on it. Does it even remotely look like something that could be eaten? Although you possess 5 toes they are not for your feet.

I had to remind myself to stay calm and not fall for their cheap provocations. These actions can not be done without malicious intent, I refuse to believe that.

After a period of trial and error that had nearly driven me to the brink of insanity, she finally managed to figure out their true purpose and put them on her hand. She made some motions with all of the weight on her hand. These movements were not fluid and were heavy. had no grace or elegance to them and looked very tedious.

Yet despite all of that it appeared that she had taken a liking to them, as she even put on the other one to continue this attempt to make me angry. Did I look that stupid while wearing them?

Her movements got a bit faster after she had gotten hang out of it, though I still wonder whether she could put these gloves to great use. The attempts at trying to throw a punch while wearing them were beyond pitiful.

I knew for certain that the Observer had tempered with this NPC. Even with the process of elimination. it would have been a miracle, that she deducted its purpose in a matter of minutes. This concept or something similar should not exist in this world. The mere thought of this event occurring is even beyond my wildest dreams.

Once more I closed and opened my eyes to see if I had just imagined this event. But the unimaginable was still happening right in front of my eyes. Was this the next step in the evolution of NPCs? Were they finally able to use the simplest form of modern tools?

This thought was discarded a few seconds later after I heard her speak.

" It goes so well with my clothes."

It is not a f.u.c.king accessory that goes well with your clothing. How could you even come to this conclusion? It's like every reasoning went out of the window and the brain ceased to function for the entirety of that sentence.

Those movements of hers were not to test out the function of them but to see how they look on her? Please tell me I am mistaken, please tell me. This is a tool used to hurt others, to inflict serious pain and injuries not to look good.

I do not care how they look on me when I am beating someone to a pulp. Seeing my gear used like that was rage-inducing but I still could barely suppress it. Most of their actions were still aimed at causing me to lose my composure, but I did not want to give them that satisfaction.

" They look good on you" the big brother stammered as he looked mesmerized at the big Sister. Of course, adding insult to injury, they keep on ramming that idea down my throat. As if swallowing my pride was not hard enough on its own.

The big sister did not reply to his compliment and continued her movements. This spectacle which caused others to marvel left me with a very bitter taste in my mouth. This display is heretic and just downright shameful.

The big brother, on the other hand, was nearly salivating looking at the big Sister. The s.e.xual tension in the air was nearly palpable and I wonder if the 2 of them are related by blood. Well, this world is already f.u.c.ked up as it is, why not add incest into the mix, it would not change anything either.

As of now its only the brother l.u.s.ting after Big Sister, but as long as they are not related by blood and she does not reciprocate these feelings it is not illegal. But the forbidden fruit of pa.s.sion will surely bloom between them.

This was nothing more than pure speculation, but this kind of development would fit very well. This outcome was practically predetermined after I have brought up the idea in my mind. Even if this idea will not be happening today, I know for certain that I just brought this degeneracy into being.

Who knows, what will happen if the player base is confronted with this level of relations.h.i.+p. Their view on relations.h.i.+ps is mostly based on the ability to produce the strongest possible offspring, I doubt that they would react too kindly to something like this.

Although I know of some people who would not need much stimulation to fall for the carnal l.u.s.t. The leecher I am affiliated with was a prime example of that. He will be one of the worst offenders, once he has gotten the first taste of it.

While I was busy thinking about the potential influence of some s.e.xy time for this prude world, the show had continued and the Big Brother was still captivated by the beauty dancing in front of him. He forgot about his surroundings and only had her in his eyes.

I could only scoff at their plan, this kind of ploy would not work on me. As if they did not notice the small group that had surrounded them. Do they think that the damsel in distress is enough to get me to act?

They will capture her with her eyes full of l.u.s.t and a scream will escape her voice, help, help. And the knight in s.h.i.+ning armour shall descend from the heavens and win the heart of the maiden by saving her.

What do they take me for? I can endure them trampling on everything I deem holy and can even ignore them doing these sacrilegious acts. So why should I fall for that trick that is as old as time itself?

Oh, the big eyes full of surprise as the group of bad guys capture them. Just how could this happen, who could have seen this coming? It all happened out of the blue. One scream for help, as the procedure demands it and the loud laugh and taunting answer that no one would come to her aid.

Now here came the part where they explained in great detail what they would do to her to release all their pent up stress and the poor boy has to watch because they are oh so evil. Their villainous laughter and lecherous expression to undermine the depravity of their acts and deeds.

But I have to praise them for their commitment, the level of fear in their eyes looks almost lifelike. The futile attempts and their struggle were a nice touch to the situation. If I was a normal inhabitant of this world my opinion might have swayed but I will not fall for something so obvious.

How could I forget about that, the psychological blow used by the underlings that determine in which way they get to enjoy her. This reenactment of the typical baddies is spot on and deserves an award for their performance.

They seriously thought of everything, the ripping off her clothes so that every man can gaze upon her goods. Their perverted expressions and their l.u.s.tful gazes could not miss in this text example of villainy.

Even as their boss a man whom I could smell from back here began to cop a feel under the loud cheer of his subordinates. Her m.u.f.fled screams and the look of anguish in the eyes of the Big Brother and the tasteless treatment such a delicate flower received it was picture perfect.

Though they had gone a step too far, they had ripped off my gloves and threw them down at the dirt. I would have to exchange a few words with their boss after they realized that their strategy to lure me out did not work.

But what a minute, they have so much NPCs on their side, why should they make such a huge spectacle to lure me out? That does not make any sense. I did I obsess too much about the idea of them trying to trick me?

Is this real, or is there another reason they go through this show? If this is by chance not made up and happening right in front of my eyes, then a certain someone is lacking creativity. I pondered whether I should intervene in this matter or just ignore it. But I did not have to make that decision for myself.

While I was evaluating my options, a lowlife had decided to use my face as a chair. Besides the fact, that he currently was desecrating a dead body and placing his b.u.t.t directly over my nose.

I was on the verge of a mental breakdown and contemplated ending his life on the spot. But things got even worse, as I heard a faint rumbling in his body. His bowel movement was a foreboding sign of the misfortune looming over my head. But it was too late as a repugnant and revolting stench filled my nostrils.

I wondered where I had gone wrong to end up in this situation. I did not even work at Riot Games, but now I will always be the boy who has been farted upon. There is no way I can ever live this down nor will I ever forget about this detail.

This shame can not be washed away no matter what I would do. Praise be to our lord and saviour the boy who has been farted upon. There is only one thing I can do. Leave no witness behind.

The man who was still sitting on my face was unaware of what he just had started. It did not take long before he felt something sharp intruding into his body from below and a pained cry escaped his lips.

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He stood up as fast as he could to see what caused this painful sensation, but there was no escape as the object had penetrated even deeper into his r.e.c.t.u.m. The pure sound of agony stopped everyone in their tracks as they stared at their colleague screaming.

" I thought I would never use this method again, but given the situation, I will make an exception for you."

Ever noise had died down as all eyes focussed on me. They were trying to comprehend what was currently happening.

" You guys do not have to worry, I will not do this to anyone else I am not that cruel. This is just a very special service for a very special man. I will grant you a quick death"

After hearing my words the crowd began to laugh quite loudly. I could not blame them for not taking me seriously, the words of a young boy with a hand stuck in someone a.s.shole is certainly not very threatening.

But it needed to be done. I had to reach depths no one had ever seen and might never see again.

As much as they wanted to laugh the expression on the face of my new sock puppet was not something that invoked feelings of joy. The pitiful cries were also not something that was symbolising happiness.

Also, they did not think that this was a joke, no one would willingly endure this kind of torment just to joke around.

" So, do you guys still insist on wasting my time? Just come at me with all you guys have got, makes it easier for both sides"

After producing yet another near inhuman sound as I had shoved my arm even further inwards. I decided to lift him upwards

After my meat puppet was lifted in the air, I pushed him up and down to see how much life was still left in him.

The f.u.c.ker just refused to die and kept on screaming like a banshee. First, he dared to fart on my face and now he refused to die, he truly insists on p.i.s.sing me off till the very end.

Up and down, up and down. Under the shocked gazes of everyone, the life of this poor soul came to a very deserved end. This one had been a lot quicker as I did it to the wolf.

After my puppet finally did not scream anymore I could follow my dreams of becoming a ventriloquist. I moved his mouth with my left hand while mimicking his movements with my right hand. Mimicking his voice I began my little show.

" Guys I have trapped his hand, attack him while I still can hold on."

I did not receive any answer and no one showed any signs of attacking me, but this did not deter me from continuing my one man show.

" Wait, this is a lot more pleasant, then the last I did this with my boss. I am sorry Boss, but I will leave you for this man right here. You are simply not man enough for someone like me."

This feeling was wonderful I finally could vent a lot of the frustration that has been building itself up inside of me.

" Just look at you. Your appearance is abhorrent and your smell is disgusting. Coming into contact with you is the biggest regret of my life. He looks really good is strong but most importantly his tool is not limp."

When was the last time I could insult someone like this? It felt truly refres.h.i.+ng and liberating to finally lose the filter I used for myself. Provocations of this kind will question his manhood and it will be easy to make him attack me.

This time it was my turn to speak to the bandits.

" The truth has been spoken, Sorry Mr Limp d.i.c.k but you are not men enough for your former man".

I looked at him full of pity.

" But do not worry, I will release you from your sad fate."