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The Curse of 4chan Anonymous
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>> Chapter 19 (Anguish of the rings) Anonymous
Showering was very time consuming. The cum didn't dissolve in soap and water, but instead clumped, knotting itself into Anonymous'es hair, and sticking to Moar's stubble. The only way to remove it all was to meticulously wipe it all away inch by inch. Neither of them could bathe themselves well enough to get rid of all the cum, but by bathing one another they could check every crevice and hidden spot. It took a little more effort cleaning because Moar coyly refused to remove the cuffs and chains from Anonymous, but never the less, they slowly progressed towards cleanliness. The hot water ran out and they continued the shower in the cold water, getting used to it as they goosebumped over their whole bodies. Anonymous could not separate her wrists, but Moar embraced her for warmth, as she gently strained her long white hair. They had to take turns crouching in order to clean each other's lower extremities. Even with her restraints on, Anonymous had a much easier time cleaning Moars ass and vaginal open than Moar had cleaning Anonymous'es ass, vagina, penis, and testicles. Moar took meticulous effort cleaning Anonymous'es testicles, applying soap and rinsing twice. The cold water had made them shrivel, so Moar proceeded stretching the scrotal skin with her fingers as she massaged between the many folds in the skin. Anonymous'es penis was sore, and it tried to wrinkle up as it healed. Moar washed it gently, rubbing it carefully between her hands. It moved a little during the washing, but was too sore to become stimulated or erect. After turning Anonymous around, Moar gently massaged the opening to Anonymous'es vagina with her fingers.
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The faucet and shower head were the only sources of water flow, so Moar had few option in cleaning Anonymous'es vagina and anus. She encouraged Anonymous to lean forward against the wall of the tiny shower bath, and started to gently lick Anonymous clean. She started just past the urethra, and brought her tongue in between the labia lips, making many slow passes through them. Although sore, Anonymous gradually developed an erection, and the head of her penis rubbed against the slick shower wall as Moar continued to lap at her. Moar moved up, and started to gently lick Anonymous'es asshole. She used the rough flat surface of her tongue to more aggressively scrub any flavors away from Anonymous, until all she could taste was clean skin. By this time the drain of the bathtub had become clogged with cum, so Moar smushed it into the drain, eventually loosening it enough to start flowing again. Having freed the drain, Moar completed washing Anonymous on the legs and feet. After shutting off the water, Moar stepped out of the tub and dried herself with the towel. It was the only towel in the room at the time, so after drying herself, she proceeded to dry Anonymous with it. She started at the feet and worked her way up Anonymous'es body. When drying the penis she was careful to blot and not rub. It had become erect from the attention Anonymous had received to her underside, but was still raw and red colored, so neither of them did anything to encourage it further. When she finally dried Anonymous'es head and hair, she wrapped Anonymous'es long hair into the towel, and wrapped it into a turban on Anonymous'es head, which rode low and covered Anonymous'es eyes.
>> Anonymous
Even if Anonymous had not had her eyes covered by the towel, she could not have stepped out of the bathtub with her ankles cuffed as they were. Just as Moar had helped her into the bath, Moar leveraged herself to lift Anonymous back out of it. Moar crouched and placed her shoulder against Anonymous'es stomach, pinning Anonymous'es cuffed wrists against her body, as Moar wrapped her arms around her back and knees, she lifted Anonymous into the air. The blindfolded and bound Anonymous didn't struggle as Moar carried her through the house. She could hear Moar's footsteps in the carpet, and could feel her sore but erect penis bouncing as they traveled. She could hear Moar's footsteps change, as if they had reached the linoleum floor in the kitchen area of the trailed, and then felt Moar's pace slow as she seemed to enter the narrow walkway beside the washed and dryer. She could tell Moar was taking her to the room at the other side of the trailer. It was really a second bedroom, with it's own bathroom, which they still had filled with unpacked boxes. The bedroom had no bed in it, but Moar had instead outfit it with pulleys and harnesses. “Hey Moar, where are you taking me?” Anonymous asked, suddenly concerned that Moar may have no intention of releasing her from her restraints. “The spare room Mistress”, Moar replied, “We are behind in many things, and now that you are no longer burdened by the sauce, we can complete some of them”. Anonymous did a quick count in her mind. “Damn it”, she thought, “twenty two. Between the ones that closed and the days they missed, we're behind by twenty two piercings, and she must want to make up for them all at once”.
>> Anonymous
Moar set Anonymous on the ground, allowing her to stand as Moar opened the door to the room. Moar held one of Anonymous'es hands to guide her as she walked, but with the obvious effect of preventing Anonymous from lifting her arms up to remove the towel from over her blocked vision. Moar guided Anonymous into the middle of the room and started making adjustments to the cuffs on Anonymous'es wrists. At first Anonymous thought Moar was loosening them, but it soon became apparent she was tightening them. Anonymous could hear a click, and then she felt her arms drawn upward as the sound of a chain in a pulley clinked and clattered quickly above her. “Wait”, Anonymous said, “Now what are you doing? This isn't really Mmfftt...”, and with that, Anonymous was muffled by what felt like a large ball gag. “Please forgive the gag Mistress”, Moar apologized, “I fear that your screams this evening may frighten Bump unnecessarily. She is new here, and may not understand why”. Moar lifted the towel from Anonymous, only to finish fastening the ball gag trainer around her head and tightly buckling it in the back. Moar continued pulling the chain, and lifted Anonymous'es arms straight upward over her head. Moar clipped the chain to a hook on the wall and started working with another chain that seemed to be attached to the corner of the room in the floor.
>> Anonymous
Moar pulled one end of the chain to Anonymous, and attached it to on of the cuffs on her left leg. She then retrieved a similar chain from the opposite wall, and attached it to one of the cuffs on the right leg. Having attached the two chains to the cuffs, she disconnected Anonymous'ese legs from one another. Moar walked back to the chain on Anonymous'es left side, and started to retract it. Anonymous'es leg slid over toward the wall. She tilted to the side, as some of her weight was carried on the chains holding her arms in the air above her. Moar walked over to the wall on the opposite side of the room and started to retract the chain. Anonymous'es right leg was pulled sideways, sliding out from under her. For a moment she lost her balance and was dangling completely from her arms, but she managed to catch herself and support a portion of her weight on her legs. Standing was a strain, with her legs pulled far apart, and her arms held uncomfortably above her. She could see herself in a full length mirror on the wall in front of her. Although she felt very uncomfortable, and her penis was sore, she was aroused by the sight of herself bound in the mirror, so she became hard. Moar left the room for a minute and then returned. “Mistress”, Moar said as she reentered the room, “I have sent told the doctor to bathe herself and then to come in here. When she finishes, your operation will begin”. Anonymous became concerned over what Moar was talking about. Moar retrieved a cotton ball and a bottle of rubbing alcohol from a shelf on the back wall of the room.
>> Anonymous
Moar crouched in front of Anonymous, and gently kissed the tip of her erect penis. Moar applied some alcohol to a cotton ball, and brought it to the head of Anonymous'es penis. At first it just felt wet, but before long she could feel every nerve ending in the area come alive. It felt as if it were on fire. Moar blew across it, but it offered no relief. The blowing only served to stimulate her and keep her hard as Moar continued to work the alcohol dampened cotton ball down the length of Anonymous'es throbbing dick. Anonymous felt like she was on fire. She looked down and could see her penis had turned bright red from the pain. Moar finished swabbing Anonymous and spoke again, “Your old penis had been circumcised Mistress, but this new one has not been yet. Although it is sore and raw, we have a doctor in the house at the moment, so this seemed to be the perfect opportunity to take care of that. As long as she is here, she will also be performing a peel, removing the outermost layer of skin from your current penis. That will allow it to swell further and let you be more sensitive, at least until the skin thickens back to normal.”. Moar stood up and stored the supplies back on the shelf behind Anonymous. “When we are done with these procedures”, Moar added, “we can immediately catch up with adorning you with jewelry and piercings”. Moar smiled, trying to comfort the now noticeably frazzled Anonymous, “Please do not worry Mistress, I am certain the procedure will only hurt for a week or two”. Milf entered the room, having to step sideways to get her enormous breasts in through the door. She was clean now, but still nude, except for a pair of translucent rubber surgical gloves. In her gloved hand she held a shiny scalpel.
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This looks familiar, who is the artist?
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I wish I knew too.
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Yeah, I've seen it before and I really like it. Does anyone know where this is from?
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source of that cg?
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I don't know. I found it without the rest of the set.
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>> Chapter 20 (The two torments) Anonymous
Anonymous had asked Moar to make oatmeal for breakfast, which worked out well because Moar could feed both herself and Anonymous simultaneously out of the same bowl. Anonymous might have fed herself, but Moar kept her restrained. She claimed it was so that Anonymous wouldn't be tempted to scratch her itchy bandages and risk getting an infection. Anonymous'es wrists were cuffed together behind her back, but her legs and rest of her were free to move. Anonymous sat a distance from the table as Moar spooned oatmeal into her mouth. She had to sit back because of the work that Moar and Milf had done to her the night before. Anonymous'es penis was erect and sticking out in front of her, but tightly wrapped in bandages from tip to base. Just below the bandages at the base was the device Moar had fastened to her to keep her erect as she was now. The device was mostly metal, with some plastic and rubber parts. It wrapped around the base of Anonymous'es shaft, and anchored in place by wrapping around root of her scrotum. Dangling from it was a somewhat heavy battery pack, which fed the device the power it needed to zap Anonymous into her near constant erection. Every hour or so it would relent for a while and let her get just slightly flaccid, but before to long the regular pulses of electricity would begin again. To say the sensation was pain would be an overstatement, and it wasn't arousing or pleasant, but it was an unfamiliar sensation, and no matter how Anonymous tried to predict and brace herself for it, each new zap always seemed to come as a surprise.
>> Anonymous
As Moar was spooning oatmeal to Anonymous, Bump was on the table kneeling in front of a small spoon that contained a portion of oatmeal intended for her. It was really too much oatmeal for her, and was still too warm for her, so instead of eating it she blew on it, trying to cool it a little faster. In the living room, Milf was pulling up the ruined carpet, as per Moar's instructions. Milf had a look of exhaustion on her, which was predictable considering that despite that she was producing milk, Moar had not allowed her to sleep or eat in any the time she had been there so far. On the bright side, she had managed to clean the house, where before it seemed as though it would have been a total loss. “Hey Moar”, Anonymous said, as she finished swallowing a bite of oatmeal, “Did you save all that jizz in the pool?”. “Yes Mistress”, Moar replied, “I have placed them in labeled containers in the freezer. May I ask what you are planning?”. Anonymous thought for a moment and responded, “Well, yesterday you said that stuff was an aphrodisiac. Maybe we can get out of some of our money problems by marketing it. Well, if it's safe and won't kill anybody or something like that”. Moar swallowed a bite of oatmeal and spoke, “That may be possible Mistress, but it is very strong. We will have to dilute it considerably to keep it from being overwhelming”. “Like, uh, how diluted do you mean?” Anonymous asked, “half it with water or something?”. Moar put down the spoon and stood up from the table.
>> Anonymous
Bump poked at her spoon of warm oatmeal, but then continued blowing on it while she listened and watched the activity around her. Short as she was, she hoped to be treated as just one of the girls, but unfortunately for her the subject of the conversation had yet to turn in a direction that she could participate in. Moar returned to the table with a pencil and a sheet of paper. She started scribbling numbers down. Moar processed formulas and equations that neither Anonymous or Bump were familiar with, but Anonymous had never been good at math anyways and Bump had never seen math before. “One part in one 30 should be sufficient to be safe, assuming it is portioned out one ounce at a time” Moar finally announced, “We may want to dilute it further to be sure the effects are less obvious. I suggest one part per one hundred twenty eight. That should be an easy ratio to create, and the effects would be minor enough that people will assume the effect is from a placebo effect”. Anonymous looked down at the paper, then back up at Moar, “How much of it do we have?”. “We have approximately seventy five gallons. I recall seeing a recipe for something called opencola. We can use the recipe ourselves to disguise the flavor of the semen”. Bump jumped up. “You will need a label for your product, right?”, Bump asked, shouting with her tiny voice, noticeably excited about something, “Maybe I can make it? I am a painter bump. Painting is my life's calling. Please please let me help!”. “Sure Bump”, Anonymous said while smiling, “we'll have to buy some art supplies first though”. Bump starting skipping merrily on the table top, making figure eights around the salt and pepper shakers.
>> Anonymous
“Mistress, about that”, Moar said sheepishly, “I spent our last twelve dollars on gasoline for the car yesterday morning. Also, the last time I tried to use the credit card, it did not work because we were over our limit”. “Crap”, Anonymous responded, “that vibrating bed cleaned us out. Ok, lets not panic, we'll just have to have a garage sale or something. We at least have enough stuff to make cardboard signs”. Moar spooned the last bite of oatmeal into Anonymous'es mouth, then stood up from her chair, “I will dismiss the woman so she can return home, and when I return from class this this afternoon, I will help identify some of the items we can sell”. Moar walked into the living room, said something to Milf, then disappeared into the bedroom so she could get dressed to go to class. Milf stood up off the floor and started putting her clothes on. “Come on”, Anonymous said to Bump, “lets watch some TV”. Anonymous leaned down and picked up Bump's spoon by the handle with her teeth. Bump jumped up onto Anonymous and clung to Anonymous'es hair while Anonymous stood up. She jumped back down onto the coffee table in the living room when Anonymous bent over to release the spoon. Bump reinspected the temperature of her oatmeal, then started blowing on it again. Anonymous was trying to use the TV remote with her hands behind her back, and was amused at how well she had memorized the layout of the buttons. The TV came on, and showed the local news channel. Milf had managed to get most of her clothing on, but had discarded her now too small bra and blouse. Buttoning a button on her medical lab coat allowed her to cover her new massive breasts, but showed off quite a bit of cleavage. Moar waved bye as she walked from the bedroom and out the front door. Milf followed close behind her and out the door.
>> Anonymous
Milf closed the door behind her, then joined Moar at the bottom of the steps. “Here are your instructions woman”, Moar said while addressed Milf, “You will return to your life just as it was before we met. As far as you are concerned, you never saw us and do not know us. You will return home to your normal activities. You will maintain that you spent the last few days in Mexico, where you had your breasts augmented as a gift to your husband. Make dinner for him this evening and make love to him tonight. If anyone questions your pregnancy, you will maintain that the offspring are your husband's. Now go, I will call you if I want anything in the future”. Milf walked to her car and got in, just as Moar climbed into her car. Both of them drove away down the dirt road that led to the house, and out of sight. Anonymous was still sitting on the couch, watching the news. Normally the news was a bore, but a story came on that seemed to indicate that something had happened at the hospital that they had been at just two days ago. The anchorman read the memo he was handed in a rich baritone, “Apparently the arson set fire to a room where they were saving a special tissue specimen. If the specimen had not been destroyed in the fire, doctors suspect it would have been considered one of the largest, if not the largest tumor ever removed from a human being. Unfortunately, it's loss came before officials could examine and record it. In other news...”
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