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The Grotesque Meme

WARNING: This meme focuses on guro, or grotesque, kinks. This means it concentrates on sexualized violence. This meme will inherently include themes on death, mutilation, amputation, abortion and miscarriage, executions, and interrogations. It will potentially include themes on the following; dub-con, non-con, power-play, child abuse, incest, etc.

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1. Eye on you. Eye Gouging. Perhaps it was an accident, or you wanted a token of your lover to keep. Either way, it’s coming out. Now is the jar ready? Or will you be crushing it between your fingers?
2. The rabbit done died. Abortion/Miscarriage. Perhaps things didn’t go to plan, or you just couldn’t keep it. Either way it’s over, and there is gore in the wake of the event.
3. The cage around your heart. Rib gouging or breaking. Are those lovely slender bones exposed or just crushed beneath black and blue skin?
4. Hats off to you. Decapitation. With a guillotine or perhaps the swing of the blade, the head is removed with an impressive slice. Perhaps you prefer a good saw however.
5. A bite to eat. Vore. Does the cannibal eat with his hands? Well he at least eats yours.
6. A helping hand. Amputation. Perhaps it was an infection, or an injury, but either way the limb must be removed.
7. A handkerchief please. Blood vomiting. Either from an injury or disease, maybe even poisoning, suddenly you’re choking on your own blood. Such a mess!
8. Bull’s-eye. Impalement. Well I guess you didn’t dodge in time! There is now a blade, spear, glass, cutlery, or any nasty thing slammed into your body.
9. Slice and dice. Cutting. Dozens, hundreds, maybe even thousands of little cuts into the skin.
10. Memento mori. Scarring. A nice little reminder of an injury to remain on the skin forever. By blade, branding, cauterization, or burning, the memory will remain etched on the body.
11. Pricks and pokes. Piercing. Pain is only skin deep, but the prick will become a permanent fixture in the skin.
12. My heart is yours. Heart removal. By hand or blade, it may be the ultimate act of loathing or love.
13. Visceral viciousness. Gutfucking. Such lovely innards you have!
14. Beautiful and awful dreams. Poisoning. Arsenic, cyanide, barbiturates; so many lovely little chemicals to induce agony or even death by the end. Administered by injection or orally, knowingly or unknowingly.
15. Ladies’ Choice! Free-form kink. Don’t see your kink listed? Don’t fear, the above are only to jog the creative process, please feel free to include your own kinks in your logs as you like.

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[ Aika wasn't here to be pretty. ...she was on the floor and climbing a pole because someone found her pretty enough, but she was a pirate first and foremost; even done up a little, her hair was still a bit dry and stiff, and she had the body of someone who threw a giant boomerang around for a living. Still, Reaver was really into her, and that was kinda nice?

Aika leapt up a little onto the pole, wrapping her legs around it and then dangling off, both arms out, showing off her torso, muscles and breasts and all, nicely. ]

I could do this all day.

[Oh, now this was a show. The floor finished the incremental heat while she leaned backwards, Reaver gently reaching up to undo his tie while a second bill was slipped into the coffer. Watching her angle backwards like that, it made him imagine just how flexible she was, seeing only the barest slip down the pole while she twisted there.]

I expect that you could, as could I. The lucrative investment is hardly a drop in the bucket for me, after all. It's far more fun to watch you start to get really into the show. Go on, show me how light your footwork can be.

[He grinned at her, not yet massaging himself. He wanted to see the dawning realization of the danger she was in. He was equally curious if she had yet noticed the pointed tip on the spire she danced on. After all, they'd long ago cleaned the blood up.]

[ Aika was connected - and people talk a lot about the horrors they experienced under tyranny. And the club's name was weird. Aika had ample suspicion that she was actually in danger; the heated floor was pretty odd, and she looked up when she climbed the pole, normally something that'd just be anchored to the ceiling, and noticed that too.

Touching down, her worries were further compounded by the uncomfortable warmth. ]

Gettin' a little toasty here.

[ She kept one leg up, and made a show of groping one of her breasts, before hopping back up to dangle at a different angle. Her legs were getting a little tired now, and she kept one hand one the pole while the other started to work more of her clothing off. ]

Is it? I daresay I hadn't noticed, my dear. Though perhaps it is a very bit warm today. I'm quite certain a little sweat will make your body positively gleam.

[He was enjoying the play. Oh, the two of them both knew that she was in peril right now, but why not have a little fun? He didn't increase the heat quite yet, watching her shedding her shorts, showing off more of her legs as she started to use her arm. His eyes were locked onto hers, instead of her body, whenever she tilted and twisted around to face him, watching her expressions.

Another bill slid out, quietly working its way into the coffer as she dropped her shorts, the man's grin getting worse.]

Tell me, Aika my dear. If I were to up the ... tip as it were, would you be willing to sell even more than just the vision of your beauty?

I'm used to working up a sweat...

[ Her shorts coming off also showed off the sad excuse for panties she'd been saddled with, black but so sheer that it barely concealed anything regardless. It's strange to see him meeting her eyes when she's nearly naked, of course, but he's very into this whole messing with her thing.

That offer sounds a bit different though. Dancing is... fine. She can dance. Get naked for people. Prostitution feels like another story, but... ]

What were you... looking to request?

Sex, of course, my dear. The oldest of professions, they call it. [Fingers fanned out to show off ten one-thousand notes. Quite the handsome sum considering what he was about to ask. The going rate was considerably less, after all.]

As you finish the dance and come to a rest, panting, simply let me enjoy despoiling your body until you're used up, mmm? Simple as that. What do you have to lose?

[After all, the spit was only going to go through one part of her, and as long as she managed to avoid puncturing the diaphragm? He could get at least one go of her completely spitted through. He grinned at her fiendishly, folding the bills and holding them right at the slit in. The angle was just right that, if she was watching, she might not notice the button getting pressed again.

This time, the heat would mount and the floor take on a very tiny color from the coils beneath. she'd be able to stay on the floor for a little while, but it was going to be uncomfortable for more than about thirty seconds.]

...yeah they do.

[ She's not even entirely sure when her routine is supposed to end. And here she is... and that's a lot of money if she makes it out of here to spend it, alive and not enslaved. Unlikely as that is, she can't turn it down in her situation.

She slips down the pole, only to leap right back up at the heat, clinging more awkwardly than sexily for a moment. It's not all that hot, but it surprised her anyways. ]

Well it's... not like I'm a virgin at least.

[He chuckled when she leaped up like that, winking and speaking in a low, silken purr. Oh, this was beyond amusing to him. She hadn't even begun to accuse him of something, and as he pushed the folded bills into the slot, he couldn't help himself but take pleasure in that moment of awkwardness.]

Oh my, well even if I won't be your first, I promise to ruin you for any other man. You'll never even think of letting another inside of you, I assure you, with the experience I'll give you. And, if I'm right? I'll double it.

[Well, he knew how this was going to end, so someone was getting 'double or nothing,' though it wasn't going to be her. He rested a hand very gently against his crotch while he leaned back, easing his manhood out and into view. Given how tall he was, the length of it being proportional definitely gave her the promise of one hell of a pole to be pushed into her... after another.]

But now, you seem to have quite the hot foot. Might I suggest timing your steps and using a little momentum to help?

[ Aika wasn't accusing without proof just yet, but also, like, what else could she do? Someone here was messing with her. ]

Oh, yeah, I'm sure you won't leave me a twitching fucking wreck.

[ Choked and beaten, fucked against whatever looked painful - but she was still using her legs, only touching down long enough to leap up into yet another position. ]

So you want me to jump over there or what?

[Someone was definitely being messed with pretty harshly right about now. Reaver was definitely enjoying the sight of her dancing around, her body spinning and twirling to get more momentum, so that she wouldn't have to stay on the heated floor for very long. He laughed softly and shrugged.]

I see nothing wrong with you twitching in the throws of passion and fainting from the use of your body... but do continue your dance, my dear. I find that I want to see it drawn to its climax before we have our fun.

[He shifted his weight so that the next button press wasn't obvious. The floor glowed an angry red. More than a second or two on it and pain would lance through Aika's feet. It was hot enough that she would almost certainly be forced to dance on the pole itself, to climb it while the heat wafted upwards and gave the air a sweaty, hazy feel.]

[ Once the floor was too hot, it didn't take long for Aika to notice it - she hit the floor and yelped and hopped back up, spinning around the pole. Now she could feel the heat pretty clearly even while she was up on the pole. ]

Are you trying to cook me or something?

[He wasn't even going to hide it this time when he touched the button again. The heat that wafted up was obvious, making even the first foot above the pole uncomfortable and painful to be in. It would be giving Aika all the incentive to not only dance but shimmy on up the pole, and as soon as she was lingering there, the sharpened tip at the very top of the pole was going to be so much more obvious, almost gleaming with how razor sharp it really was.

If he pressed it again, the only place where the heat wouldn't be oppressive would be right there, at the top, where she'd get to see just how strong her legs were at gripping that pole.]

Perish the thought, though the scent of it would certainly be succulent. No, no, I think you'll see the true intent very soon.

[ Even staying low on the pole is getting dicey, but sure enough, her powerful legs let her cling and shimmy up a bit. Bit by bit, her bare pussy grinding against it, until she's near enough to reach out and poke the top.

Her eyes widen, and then she looks down with an eyebrow cocked. ]

You wanna skewer me?

[Reaver just laughed, his eyes locking up on her while she was looking down at him, almost all the way up the pole, trying to keep herself from needing to hover over that razor-sharp point jutting out. One test of a touch would show it could do the job with gravity's help very nicely. He openly hovered his finger over the button, licking his lips in a lascivious, awful way and smiled up at her.]

Come now, what do you think "All the way through" means, my dear? [He pressed the button.] But don't you worry. Once you slide back down the pole I'll turn off the heat so you can find out how long it takes for the pole to do its work.

[He pushed back some as the heat became fierce. It was only comfortable at the very top, the waves of hot air washing up and trying to force her to position herself at the very highest point. Knees and hands could be good for holding on for dear life, but how much leg strength did she have in her? And, just about now she might have noticed a little ring of dull, barely noticeable red tape. A careful inspection of it saw the words 'no going back point' in small letters there. It was just about far enough from the tip that the meaning was clear.]

You do get a choice, though, my dear. Whatever it doesn't claim, I will when you come down to meet me again. [And as he did it, he unzipped his trousers, revealing a long, thick shaft of very erect meat, waiting to fuck her in her last moments of life.]

[ That is one sharp tip. Wherever it jabs her, she's getting it through real easy - blood beads up on the end of her finger from just a tap. Licking it clean, she looked back down at Reaver. This wasn't a surprise, not really, except that the'd make her put this much work into getting a metal rod shoved in one end and out the other. ]

You're a crude asshole.

[ Scooting up further, her thighs tensed, muscles working as she lifted herself up, further, further, knowing that she had a choice - cook, or ride this one out. Being cooked sounded even less pleasant, and she wasn't one to beg for her life; she came in here knowing she'd be enslaved at best. ]

So, what, just have to shove it in and wait 'til I slide down?

[ Either hole, and, oh, that's a big dick. ]

Want me to tilt my head back so it comes out my mouth or somewhere else? Your pick.

[ Despite her panicked breathing, she was keeping her cool pretty well. ]

Guilty as charged, though I like to think that I am far more refined than many would claim... and yes, all you need to do is let gravity have all the fun with you on your way down to meet me.

[That swollen member was definitely something, his hand wrapped around it as he watched her positioning herself, his eyes sparkling at the stiff upper lip she was using right then. He chucked softly, stroking its length and leaning back while he purred out his next request.]

Why don't you tilt your head back. We want this to last after all, and it's just thin enough you should be able to breathe around it... ever so barely.

I'm not sure if making a game of it is more refined, or just freaky. But you got it captain.

[ Looking down and concentrating, she wiggles her way up until her pussy is right over the pointed tip. It's going to take some focus to get a straight shot - she's doing this right if she's doing it. ]

Oh, lucky me.

[ A few deep, steadying breaths - then she drops, and the spike punches up into her. Actually for a split second it's just like a toy or something, until it slams straight into her cervix and kinda... jams there for a moment.

Blood dribbling down from her pussy, she drops a very long and loud f-bomb. ]

[Gravity was such a bitch at times like this. Aika got the sensation of the spike jabbing up, into her cervix, twisting her up a tiny bit inside. She could feel it thrusting in, filling her and the blood oozing out with the pain of that first cut, but now the only thing forcing her onto the spike was her own weight. It was working, but it was slow at first.

Muscle was tearing gradually and Reaver purred as he turned off the heat. The burners descended a fraction and a platform slid into place, blocking the burn as they started to cool. The waves of heat wafting up were dissipating with alarming speed, and as Aika got to feel something starting to give, and the sickening sensation of her body starting to descend, at first slowly and then with mounting speed, there was no heat waiting to cook her.

Reaver rose slowly, letting his pants fall to the floor as he started to walk around behind her.]

Yes... go ahead and say your last words before you point those beautiful lips to the sky. Never you fear... you won't bleed out before I cum in that gorgeous body of yours. You'll get one last, good lay before we send your money on to your next of kin.

[ It certainly wasn't easy; her uterus was a lot stiffer than most of her insides, so there was a jarring moment as it hit her cervix, before her weight carried it past that, only to jar her again - drawing out another screech - when it hit the top. She wiggled her legs, trying to speed it up, just wanting to end it, but using her strong thighs and abs and back to keep her body lined up just right. ]

Fuck fuck fuck...

[ For all her bravado, she couldn't help sobbing and cursing at the pain as the spike slid up into her guts, missing her heart and the most important blood vessels. ]

Gkkh... make it... make it good... then.

[ And she closed her eyes and tilted her head back. She could feel the pole in her throat, stretching and visibly bulging it, and taste metal and blood in the back of her mouth; bits of shredded pink flesh clung to the pole as she slid, until finally her feet touched down again. ]

[The view she was treated to as the blood started to slowly drain from her body with painstaking and agonizing ease was of the ceiling. The pole slipping out of her lips was sturdy as they came, being well rooted and riveted into place below and made of very tough materials. However, it was thinner than a normal pole would have been, meaning that Aika could still get a breath in through her nose. It was going to be reedy and thin, but she could barely breathe, ensuring she would be conscious until blood loss without an artery punctured finally claimed her life.

He was behind her in that moment, his hands gripping her rear and squeezing. Slick oils dribbled down while he rubbed his cock between her cheeks and his voice had an oozing, awful quality.]

I'll be keeping your pretty little head later, as a souvenir. You shan't be needing it after all.

[Thumbs parted her cheeks and he guided the tip up. With savage, rough ease, he greased the entrance and plunged up into her, forcing her to her tip-toes on the shaft. Her arms were free to do as they pleased while she was spitted on two poles, one plunging in and fucking her hard as the hands found a new prize in reaching up to squeeze, fondle and pinch her breasts.]

I intend to stay inside of you until the last spasms. The death spasms are like nothing an orgasm could ever manage... though I do hope to make you come at least once before your end, despite the pain.

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