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The Curse of 4chan Anonymous
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The curse of 4chan, Chapters 1-8
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>> Chapter 9 (The motion furniture) Anonymous
It was almost noon before Anonymous woke up. The rain had not stopped, and the sky outside the window was still gloomy. The bed still smelled like urine, and it reminded Anonymous that she needed to locate a new mattress today. She forced herself to get out of bed, and stumbled into the kitchen. She didn't want to ruin her apatite for dinner later, so she ate an apple and drank a glass of milk. Anonymous then filled a baby bottle with Moar's favorite liquid. Moar had been saving all of Anonymous'es cum from when she had pipe installed. She had been pumped dry several times a day for a few months, which amounted to hundreds of gallons of it. Moar kept most of it in freezers out in the shed behind the house. Most of the freezers were old antique units that Moar had picked up from garage sales and thrift stores. Some of them had needed repair, but Moar was surprisingly handy, and could fix or build almost anything she put her mind to. Anonymous had long suspected that Moar was using it as a secret ingredient in almost all of her cooking, but forced herself not to think about something as icky as drinking her own cum. After filling the bottle, Anonymous walked to the bedroom, and unclipped Moar's restrains from one another. Moar was already awake, and had been waiting patiently to be released. Moar was still wearing the diaper that Anonymous had placed on her the night before, so Anonymous thought it to be a very funny joke that she was now giving Moar a baby bottle from which to consume her lunch of chilled jizz. Anonymous could smell that Moar had soiled her diaper in the night, but said nothing about it. She left Moar with her lunch, and went to the Bathroom to brush her teeth and hair.
>> Anonymous
Moar had been doing all those things for her for a long time, so it felt funny to be doing it for herself. After a few minutes of struggling wit her hair, Moar entered the room, and took the hair brush from Anonymous. “May I help you Mistress”, asked Moar politely, as she started brushing Anonymous'es hair lovingly. Anonymous felt a little guilty at having shaved Moar's head the night before. Moar continued to help Anonymous with her morning preparations, which took a long time due to all the body piercings that Anonymous had. The hospital had removed all of them when she was brought in, so now they had to reinsert them all. A few of the more recent ones had grown closed and would have to be repunctured, but most of them were still good. They started with the ears, which had ten nickel plated rings in each, and then the nostrils, which had two of the same rings in each nostril, maintaining symmetry. Moar had been very mindful of symmetry, and had made a crude drawing of the locations she had pierced on Anonymous, and the places she still intends to pierce. Then continued with the eyebrows, which had two piercings each, and then the upper lip, which had a total of four studs, placed horizontal to each other, tow on each side on the outside edge of her lip. The tongue followed, with two bars set horizontal to one another. Next were the twenty bars went on Anonymous'es back, which were fashioned after corset piercings Moar had seen in a magazine, although she had not yet attempted to lace them. Each nipple received two items each set perpendicular to one another, bars through the vertical piercings, and large rings dangling from the horizontal ones. Nipple stretchers pushed the nipples forward to a position that would be uncomfortable if Anonymous had not already been used to it.
>> Anonymous
Above the nipples, trailing up the breast in straight lines, were five more piercings per breasts in the form of some special two inch bars that all ran horizontally and parallel to one another. Anonymous inserted a bar on the left side and a bar on the right side of her belly button as Moar worked her way around Anonymous'es waist. Around the waist went twenty gold rings, through which Moar carefully threaded a thin gold chain, until it circumnavigated anonymous, forming a thin gold belt. The belt rings were below the belly button, and came close to the waist, but left enough room above the hips for another row of piercings that Moar still planned for the future to make the belt look thicker. Anonymous held out her arms to allow Moar to apply the jewelry to them. The upper arms both had a row of ten one inch nickle plated bars running down them on the outside, each bar set horizontally and parallel to one another. This pattern was something that Moar had repeated in other areas, so the forearms had the same type of piercings, as well as the outside of both thighs. The inside of the thighs received the same row of piercings as the outside, but Anonymous closed her eyes when Moar inserted them because she still remembered how frightened she had been when those sensitive areas had been pierced, two piercings a day on consecutive days. The outside of the calves received similar treatment as the thighs, but only had eight piercings each. Finally the labia were adorned, with ten nickel plated rings, five on each side, so that it formed symmetrical rows that could possibly be used for five tiny padlocks. From each of the ten rings hung a small lead weight, the kind that fishermen use to sink bait in the water. Anonymous kissed Moar, and dismissed her to remove her diaper and bathe. Anonymous considered helping with the bath, but had a dilemma ahead of her she needed to address regarding her clothing.
>> Anonymous
A lace demi-cup bra to start with, allowed Anonymous to support her breasts without covering the nipples or piercings. Her breasts had always been firm, but she also believed in keeping them supported so they would not develop a sag. Over that went a black teeshirt. The shirt was short and tight, so the bottom edge of the bra was barely visible to someone slightly shorter than herself. Anyone close enough to see features in the dark fabric could clearly see her piercings and super-erect nipples through the material. Her bottom half was a frustrating challenge. Anonymous wanted to wear her low riding jeans that showed her but crack, but whenever she pulled them up the impressive penis bulged through the fabric. She could wear a skirt, but she really didn't want to, so she kept trying. She finally decided that she could hide the penis, if the tucked it downward between her legs. Anonymous carefully pushed the penis down into place, and pulled up the jeans. The fit was tight, but the penis was effectively hidden. She took a few steps closer to the mirror, and felt a strong discomfort, as her testicles were squished side to side. Anonymous realized what the issue was, and then met another discomfort. She was aroused by the thought of testicles in discomfort, even if they were hers, so the penis attempted to react to that arousal. An aroused penis of course, attempts to aim it's self upward, so being folded down and back sent a wave of pain through her. She had to sit down on the bed and clear her mind. Anonymous came to the conclusion that she would just have to keep her thoughts as pure as possible, to avoid any kind of public humiliation when she traveled to town. As Anonymous put her socks and tennis shoes on, Moar walked into the room, “Mistress, how do you like it?”, and Moar stood in front of Anonymous with her legs spread slightly.
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“Oh, it's adorable Moar!” Anonymous answered, “Does it hurt?” “Yes, Misress. Very much so, but I too think it is cute.”, Mora said as she looked down at her new jewelry. Apparently Moar had enjoyed their rough session the night before, and had decided to give herself a clit piercing while she was showering. To Anonymous, it seemed like a very tough thing to do to one's self, but Moar didn't let things like that get in her way. To top it off, instead of a ring or bar passing through her clit, she had decided to use a tiny stainless steel padlock, to which she now handed the key to Anonymous. The mall was a noisy crowded mess, with people rushing in all directions. Despite their uniqueness, Anonymous and Moar were virtually unnoticed as they they walked through the food court to throw the paper cups away that had just contained their respective sodas. Anonymous managed the catch a group of teenage boys looking in their direction. “Hey, Moar, show them.” Anonymous said as directed Moar's attention to the group. Moar replied, “Yes Mistress”, and proceeded to lift her skirt and show off her new piercing. Anonymous had picked out Moar's clothing for her, and had decided to dress her in the style of a catholic schoolgirl. Moar was wearing a thin white button up blouse, with a short plaid skirt. She also wore black flat bottomed shoes, and white thigh high stockings that were held up by a lace garter belt. To Moar's clit piercing Anonymous had clipped one end of a leash, that they had purchased in the first store they had entered. She didn't drag Moar around with it because she knew Moar was still sensitive, but instead made Moar wear it and hold onto the other end of it herself.
>> Anonymous
The group of boys were surprised to say the least. From where Anonymous and Moar were standing, it appeared that two of the boys were declaring expletives, and one of them was suffering because of a stream of soda that he had just ejected through his nose. “Let's go”, said Anonymous, so Moar lowered her skirt and followed Anonymous in walking away. Moar glanced over her shoulder at the shocked group, while she smiled with her bright white teeth that were too straight and perfect to be real. Anonymous and Moar had managed to waste a lot of time in the mall so far, but had also managed to neglect the one thing they had gone to the mall to buy, a new mattress. Garage sales were not an option, due to the rain, and none of the thrift stores had a mattress, so they decided they would spend their meager savings on a new mattress at the inexpensive furniture outlet at the mall. The air smelled of glue and sawdust as they neared the entrance to the furniture store. The interior of the furniture outlet was big and well lit. They followed the pathway counterclockwise throughout the store, sitting in all the recliners along the way whether they could afford them or not, and commenting on which ones were the softest. The mattresses were expensive, and there were many beds of various sizes, but none of them were in their price range until they happened upon a small set with a damaged headboard. They only really wanted the mattress from the set, but it all comes together so by dragging off the damaged piece of furniture they stood to make a considerable savings on the mattress. “Lets remember this one and come back to it if we don't see a better deal”, said Anonymous, as Moar floated merrily on top of a nearby water bed. “Yes Mistress”, Moars said as she stood up, “but I think I am lost. I don't know which way to the entrance any more”.
>> Anonymous
“Crap. I was hoping you would know.”, cursed Anonymous, “This place is huge. My balls are killing me, I need to adjust them. Help me find someplace where the owner won't see me”. Moar glanced around and pointed at a curtain that appeared to lead to a separate room. Anonymous approached the curtain and turned around to make sure nobody saw them entering. She backed into the room slowly, and glanced to the side with her peripheral vision as she dropped her pants and sat down on a bed that was in the room. Anonymous tugged and stretched at her sore penis and testicles, attempting to get normal blood flow to them before she had to bind them away again. Anonymous reclined herself to rest, “This bed is nice and firm” Anonymous said to Moar, who was examining the headboard, “What does it cost?” Moar pointed at the price tag. “Damn” reacted Anonymous, “Why so expensive?” “I think it might be this Mistress”, Moar replied, as she pushed a button on a small plastic box that was on the headboard. The bed started to vibrate beneath Anonymous. The small vibrations passed through Anonymous, stimulating her as they went. As soon as the vibrations struck her, she lost her focus and could not prevent her penis from becoming stimulated. It straightened out and stuck rigidly into the air. Anonymous groaned, “Oh crap. I can't get my jeans back on this way.” Moar replied, “I will help Mistress”, and immediately positioned herself in from of Anonymous and knelt onto the ground.
>> Anonymous
Moar started sucking on Anonymous'es penis so quickly, than Anonymous flinched for a moment because it seemed as if Moar was going to bite her. Moar stayed at the end at first, while Anonymous lay back onto the mattress and closed her eyes. Once Moar had moistened the penis sufficiently, she started running it deeper and deeper into her mouth. Moar was obviously enjoying it, because she made sure to prolong their activity. Moar developed a cycle of stimulating Anonymous by letting the tip of the penis rub against the roof of her mouth as she passed it to the entrance of her throught, and when Anonymous neared climax Moar would wrap her tongue around the base of the penis and slowly suckle it as she pressed it with her tongue holding it still within her mouth. Anonymous had originally hoped that it would end quickly, so that they could leave the bed before the management had a chance to wander in and discover them, but as Moar continued to work on her, her fears of discovery melted away. They continued rhythmically for what seemed an eternity, and then Anonymous finally decided they needed to finish it, “All right Moar, we still have things to do. We can do this some more later. Please finish me.” Moar immediately changed her method, and repositioned herself. Moar lifted her shoulders and straightened her neck to allow the penis better passage. Moar started taking Anonymous deeper and deeper into her throat. Anonymous could feel the passageway narrow every time it plunged deeper and deeper into Moar. Eventually Moar accomplished something Anonymous assumed could not be done, Moar took the whole penis all the way to the root into her mouth and throat.
>> Anonymous
Moar stopped pulling the penis out of her, and switched to giving short strokes, making sure the end or the penis stayed within the tight passageway of her throat, while she made continuous gulps to add further stimulation. Anonymous gripped the mattress with her fingers as she came closer and closer to climax, until finally she could resist it no more. Anonymous lifted up and opened her eyes. She grabbed Moar by the sides of her heads, and started pumping Moar forward and back faster and faster, until eventually she pushed herself as deeply into Moar as she could and held her there as she came. Anonymous could feel the cum pumping through her member as Moar continued to gulp. The penis stopped twitching and slowly started becoming soft again. Not a drop of cum had escaped Moar's mout, and not a drop had ever been in Moar's mouth because she had taken Anonymous in so deeply. Moar stood up and waited patiently as Anonymous adjusted herself, pushed the penis and testicles down between her legs, and brought her jeans up. Anonymous looked back at the bed to see what kind of mess they had made. They had left nothing behind, except for the wrinkles in the sheets, so Anonymous quickly straightened it to remove the evidence of their visit. As she finished, she looked up at the far wall that she had not looked at prior to that moment.
>> Anonymous
“Oh crap” Anonymous said, as she came to the realization that instead of a wall, the far surface was in fact a tinted full glass window. Anonymous could only see partially though the dark one way glass, but she knew as she looked that the crowd that had gathered outside could see inside very clearly. The flash of a camera went off, as one of the figures through the glass was obviously holding up a cell phone camera. Anonymous turned around, and quickly pushed Moar out the curtain they had enter through. The manager was standing there, and not happy. After a short eternity of silent seconds passed, the manager spoke, “So, will you need your purchase delivered, or do you have a truck.” Anonymous had never felt so embarrassed, and her credit cards had never hurt so much.
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Flippin' sweet.

Glad the smegma pic is gone...
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>>349493
source of that animu?
>> Anonymous
>>349500
Beat Angel Escalayer Episode 2
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>>349500
I found it on http://danbooru.donmai.us
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>>349500
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>> please anonymous
>>349161
I think the link is dead can somone please post a new link
>> Anonymous
>>349533
http://rapidshare.com/files/18251803/The_curse_of_4chan__Chapters_1-8.zip.html
>> Anonymous
What the hell, people? It's just text files, you don't have to use those shitty filehosting services to distribute this. Here, have some direct link.

http://tco4c.tc.ohost.de/text/
>> Anonymous
>>349551
It doesn't really matter how, as long as it does the job.
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Requesting fanart of Anonymous and her many piercings (I have some kind of piercing fetish.).
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>>349626
If someone will ink some good lines, I'm willing to color it.
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>>349551
Please add chapter 9
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>>349161

Excellent work, Anonymous! You have achieved Epic Win, and /d/ salutes you! We eagerly await new chapters, perhaps with breast growth, lactation, or giantess.
>> Anonymous
>>349750
http://rapidshare.com/files/18303637/The_curse_of_4chan__Chapters_1-9.zip.html

>>349777
Thank you. No moar this weekend, but perhaps by next weekend.
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Who out there knows shockwave? I would really like to see this animated.
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/r/ illustrations