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The agent’s eyes fluttered open, his vision swimming as his consciousness slowly returned. His head throbbed with a dull ache, and as he tried to move, his hands were bound tightly behind his back. The rough metal of a chair pressed against his bare skin, and as his vision cleared, he realized where he was.
He was naked, tied to a cold metal table in what appeared to be a freaky sex dungeon. The walls were concrete, dirty, dusty, and illuminated by a single, flickering bulb that cast eerie shadows. But what caught his attention first was the fact that sex toys were arranged on the shelves along with several weapons. And most shockingly, there were map flags, necro flags, zoo flags, omniphile flags, and general Radqueer and Pride flags all over the walls.
The realization hit him like a physical blow. He had been kidnapped, taken by leftists (or even more far-left-leaning extreme child rapists) who most likely intended not just to kill him but to rape him as well.
The door at the top of the stairs swung open, and several figures descended into the basement. Some of them were dressed in therian masks, petplay masks, leather gear, or fursuit heads. Nonetheless, they were all hidden.
“Well, well, well,” One of them said. “Look who finally decided to wake up. The sleeping beauty is finally with us.”
Another one stepped forward, kicking the agent right in the balls and causing jarring pain throughout him. “You’re going to have a nice few final hours with us, cop. Were going to make sure you can remember this day for as long as you can before we’re done with you.”
“I-I’m not going to let a bunch of faggot tranny pedo-“
SMACK
Before the agent could even finish speaking, one of the freaks smacked him right in the face with a wooden paddle that was covered in dried cum, blood, and what he could only assume was shit. The agent cried out in pain, but the person only smacked him again. The force was so hard that the loud smacking sounds could be heard throughout the basement. His face was bright red and purple, and he knew that it was going to leave bruises. Although that didn’t matter much because he wasn’t going to leave with his life today.
“Please stop!” The ice agent cried out. “I-I’ll do anything… J-Just stop…”
“Say you're sorry.” They ordered. “Say you're sorry and that you’re a dumb, stupid pig who was wrong and were stop.”
“I-I’m sorry!” The agent squeaked out. “I-I’m so sorry… Just… Just please stop hurting me…. Please….”
The freak gave one last smack at the paddle before giving it to a dyke in a muzzle.
“Good boy.” They purred. “Or should we call you a good girl? Maybe if we force-feed you and turn you into a sissy catgirl, you’ll be worthwhile…” The person stopped to think for a second. “Nah, you’re beyond saving. We got to kill you. After we have fun, of course.”
The agent’s eyes widened in horror as he watched them reach for one of the sex toys on the shelves. His body tensed, but there was nothing that he could do except submit to what was coming next because he was tied down.
They grabbed the dildo, a thick one that was at least 9 inches long. The agent cried out in pain as the person grabbed one of his legs roughly. Since he was tied to the metal table, he was already spread open; his ass was fair game, but it seems these gross fucks just wanted to draw out his pain as much as possible.
Once they were done groping on him, the person took the dildo and forced it against his tight, puckered entrance. The agent cried out, a heartbroken sound torn from his throat, as the massive object began to force its way into him. His body resisted, the muscle ring clenching desperately against the dildo, but the person didn’t stop.
The agent’s asshole was just so tight since he previously was an anal virgin. He never fit anything up his asshole before since he’s not a faggot and hates them, but it seems today he’s going to be much more than just a queer.
“Fuck!” he screamed, tears streaming down his face as they drove the dildo deeper.
The stretch was overwhelming, a burning, tearing sensation that pulsed throughout his entire being. Blood began to leak around the thrusting dildo, coating his thighs and dripping onto the metal table and the floor in crimson rivulets. The pain was overwhelming, to say the least. It was a white-hot agony that made his vision swim.
“Please, Stop!” He sobbed, his voice breaking. “Please, I’ll do anything. Just-“
But his pleas were met with only cruel laughter. Some of the people watching were jerking their dicks. One trans girl was stepping on a puppygirl and rubbing her boots in its face while another fursuiter was thrusting its cock inside the ass of a cubsuiter that clearly wasn't older than 10.
The person thrust the dildo harder, faster, making the wet sounds of the rape fill the basement alongside his cries. The toe was coated in filth, smeared with blood, and a lot worse, and as it was pulled out, it left a trail of red and brown smeared across his hips and ass cheeks. The agent’s body trembled violently, forcing him to feel both pain and humiliation.
When the dildo was finally pulled free completely, it was slick with blood and shit. The ice agent’s poor asshole was throbbing and pulsing. It was clear that it was prolapsed since his butthole was throbbing and leaking blood, and it looked like it went through a wood chipper. Suddenly, the person shoved the blood-slicked toy right in the agent’s face.
“Lick it clean,” They commanded.
The agent’s stomach revolted, the smell of blood and shit overwhelming his senses. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the reality of what was happening to him. But they were insistent, forcing his head down, pressing the dildo right against his lips. He could taste the coppery tang of his own blood mixed with his dick. The humiliation of being forced to clean the very dildo that was raping him was almost too much to bear. Although there wasn’t anything this stupid slut could do but take this abuse.
“It’s time to wash away that pride, piggie.” One of the fursuiters chirped
Then, without warning, the group of freaks surrounded the metal table, and the agent felt the sudden, warm spray of urine hitting his chest, stomach, and thighs. He groaned, trying to turn his head away in shame, but they didn’t stop.
They stood in a circle, laughing around him as they drenched his naked body in their warm, golden liquids.
“Take this, you stupid slut!”
“This is what bigots like you deserve!”
“Maybe if you weren’t such a shit person, you wouldn’t be getting raped right now.”
Before the agent could even fully process what was happening, a heavy plastic contraption was forced into his mouth, stretching his jaw wide and locking it in place. His mouth was held open in a permanent gasp. One of the captors, a man who was wearing a leather harness and a gimp mask, stepped forward and positioned his pierced cock directly over the agent’s face.
“Don’t you dare miss a drop.”
A thick stream of hot piss hit the agent’s tongue, forcing him to swallow to avoid choking. Although it’s not like he could close his mouth anyway. He gagged, his eyes bulging as the warm liquid flooded his throat. Just as he thought the torment couldn’t get worse, a shock collar was snapped around his neck.
“This is for when you spill any.” A woman in a cat ear headband and a pawprint diaper with childlover symbols whispered.
As soon as the shock collar was on him, the woman pressed her finger down onto the remote, causing a jolt of electricity to shoot throughout his entire body, causing the agent to let out a screech of pain.
But before he could even recover, a furry approached. The fursuit was a matted, dingy brown, though the agent could see the original white faux fur poking underneath. This suit used to be white before it got smeared with the feces of animals, kids, and God knows what else.
The furry suddenly straddled the agent’s stomach, his legs wrapping around the metal table. There was a hole in the back of his fursuit that showed off his crusty booty cheeks slightly. Suddenly, a thick, steaming mess of shit began to fall from that hole, landing onto the man’s chest with a wet thud. It was so hot and stinky because it was clear that this fursuiter ate nothing but cheap fast food and moldy, expired dog food.
The smell made the agent gag, and he desperately tried not to vomit. He was so shocked that he couldn’t even process what was happening, nor could he speak. The furry then positioned himself right over the agent’s face. More of the dark, squishy, soft shit cascaded downward, landing squarely in the ice agent’s mouth. He gagged violently, the thick texture sliding over his tongue and coating the back of his throat.
He struggled against the contraption that was holding his mouth open, but there was nothing he could do but lie on the metal table, forced to swallow the furry’s shit. His eyes rolled back in his head as the filth filled up his throat and stomach.
The other freaks in the crowd grabbed some of the shit that was smeared on the agent’s chest, and they began to smear it across his torso, rubbing the brown paste into his skin, his nipples, and even across his balls and ass. The agent’s stomach gave a violent heave. The smell and taste were getting to him, and he couldn’t stop himself. He managed to retch; a stream of bile and half-swallowed waste spilled from the corners of his mouth.
“Don’t waste it!” A leather daddy ordered from the shadows.
A hand gripped the agent’s chin, yanking it back slightly. The contraption in his mouth made it so the agent’s mouth was forced open regardless, though, ensuring that he couldn’t spit a single drop of his vomit onto the floor. The agent was forced to swallow the bile, gulping down the bitter liquid and chunky remnants of his own food.
The agent couldn’t even speak, could hardly think about anything but wanting to kill himself. All the agent could hope for was that he’d be dead soon and that he wouldn’t have to go through the horror that these horrible trannies and faggots were forcing him to go through.
The fursuiter walked away after farting in the agent’s face, and somebody else approached. They grabbed the agent’s left wrist, holding it firmly as they took their trans-pride pocketknife and slashed it against his flesh. The first cut was shallow but long, a bright red line blooming across the agent’s skin.
“This is what you deserve.” They spat as they cut deeper. “Maybe if you didn’t deport little kids from their parents, you wouldn’t be here getting cut up and shat on.”
The agent let out a piercing, high-pitched wail of pain as the person suddenly grabbed a glob of shit and began to finger fuck it into the wound. While they did this, they took out their small cock and pissed directly into the wound as well.
“Stupid patriot!” somebody laughed in the audience. "I hope your wounds slowly get infected and its all you can feel as you die."
Tears swarmed in his eyes; the agent just lay there as he accepted the abuse. He couldn't move, couldn't speak. He didn't even make a noise as a different person grabbed a sewing needle and began to stitch his wounds shut, making sure they were still stuffed with piss, shit and cum. He felt his brain slowly getting fuzzy, and as he closed his eyes and let out final breath before passing out, all he could hope was that he'd never open his eyes again. He can't believe this is really what the woke left has become.