on that note I'm sure there's some art of Equius getting off immensely to being beat up by a lowblood.
Although I'm not sure what the current attitude toward the ham steaks is, it seemed almost universally despised due to obnoxious fandom on a couple other chans.
I think this is perfect for the thread, though it should probably be in /lit/. All apologies if it's in the wrong board.
Princess Peach was led into the magnificent greenhouses to the rear of her palace. Loyal Toads from Toad Village worked on projects from preserving some of the Mushroom Kingdom’s rarer plants, to growing the most beautiful blooms for display around the royal palace. A heavy smell in the air indicated the contribution of Yoshi and his kind to the fertility of the plants.
The Toad Gardner led her through to a fortified area of the greenhouse. Strong magics were said to prevent anything from breaking the glass. Here, the hostile plants of the Koopers and Bowser were studied and kept. They strained and pushed against their bindings, some peaceful, others trying to blast fire balls through their muzzled maws.
The cute blonde princess was led past all of these to a small door at the very rear. The Toad Gardeners had insisted she come to see the latest captured plant in person. As two of them pulled on a heavy chain to open the door, a burst of cheerful, happy music sounded out. It made Peach want to clap and sing. The entire floor-space behind the door was filled with mud, and in the centre was a flower with a happy smiling face. It looked like hundreds that existed peaceably around the Murshroom kingdom.
"What is this, Toad? What has Bowser done to this poor bloom?" she asked, as she leaned in for a closer look.
Unseen behind her, the small gardener held up a wand, and pushed it under her pink skirt. The Princess shrieked with agony as it touched her cunt through the silk of her panties. Magic flowed up into her body with the agony of an electric shock. It felt as it would to be hit in the snatch with a live cattle prod. Her hair stood out and her arms slammed against the door frame mindlessly as waves of sheer, mindless agony flowed through her being.
The gardener pulled the wand away. The princess dropped to her knees and the greenhouse fell silent, but for the happy sound of cheerful mushroom kingdom music. Peach moved her hands to her cunt and sobbed on the floor, as Toads came through the greenhouse and dragged her into the small room. She looked up through tear bleary eyes into cruel faces without a trace of kindness.
"Princess Peach, you are deposed as ruler of the Mushroom Kingdom. We’re setting up a people’s collective. Long live the People’s Mushroom Republic!"
He spat in her face, and the toads left the room. Peach watched the heavy door close and heard it being locked. She cried in the mud for several minutes, until the remains of her dignity forced her to her feet. She stood, and felt tenderly under her skirt. The magic had not physically harmed her, but it had hurt worse than anything ever inflicted on her before.
The dark glass walls of the small room buzzed, and the shading turned to transparent magic glass. Outside she saw gallows, from which hung Mario and Luigi. A bloody red sign above their beaten, non-moving bodies denounced them as enemies of the people’s republic. A row of green heads on hastily erected spikes showed that the Mushroom Kingdom wasn’t taking any more trouble from anyone. Gathered around the small greenhouse alcove were hundreds of Mushroom Kingdom citizens, all cheering at the sight of the crying princess. She couldn’t hear them. All she could hear was the cheerful music, which seemingly emanated from the flower.
As light streamed through the now transparent walls, the plant shivered, and the smiling faced flower rocked back and forth on it’s stalk. It turned to face Princess Peach directly, though it’s expression did not change.
"Are you a prisoner too? Will you help me, friend?" she asked, stepping towards the flower.
Thick green vines burst out of the dirt surrounding the smiling faced flower, two, then four, then eight, then sixteen. More flowers emerged around it, all happy, all smiling, all playing the same cheerful tune. The toad Gardeners had been planning this for some time.
Peach yelped as emerged tendrils surged towards her helpless body. The vines wrapped tightly around the Princess’s forearms and pulled her arms apart. Simultaneously the strong sinuous vines wrapped tightly around her lower legs, painfully gripping her ankles and calves, and dragged them apart too. She strained futilely against them with her pale skinned hands bunched into little fists, but the plant’s strength far outweighed her own.
She cried out as the vines finished pulling her legs into a mid-air splits. Thinner vines pushed down the neck of her dress, and tore it from her body. Princess Peach was suspended before her former subjects in only a white silk bra and panties, and pale pink high heeled shoes. She squirmed helplessly as more of the strong green vines wrapped around her limbs and squeezed painfully.
"HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP ME!" she screamed uselessly. Outside, the gathered mushroom kingdom folked cheered loudly as they saw her shake her head and cry out. A static buzzing cut through the cheering, and then the Princess’s screamed distress was broadcast out over the crowd from within the greenhouse. Many burst into laughter at her. Here and there in the gathered crowd some toads were overcome by their arousal. Small groups gathered around females in the massed crowd and dragged them to the ground, tearing the flimsy clothing from their bodies.
Meanwhile, two slimy vines emerged forward and rubbed their slick bulbous heads against the crotch of Princess Peach’s panties. She moaned and stared down, eyes locked on the molesting vines. She realised with mounting horror that these had thorns, like those of an oversized rose, spaced along their length. More vines approached and rubbed against her breasts. The Princess’s large udders were mauled roughly by the gripping green plant. She squealed as two wrapped painfully tightly around the base of her breasts. Thorns punctured the toned flesh and blood began to drip down her chest, quickly running into streams down her stomach.
The two at the blonde’s crotch pulled back for a few seconds only to surged forward suddenly and brutally. They tore through her panties and into her dry cunt and tight virgin ass. The crowd outside was momentarily silenced by the broadcast piercing scream, which the excruciating agony of her thorny violation brought from the princess. She screamed and screamed as they forced deeply inside of her, tearing the sensitive membranes with their brutal thorns.
Then the plant pulled them out, and began to fuck the princess with it’s vines. The blood which began to pour from her torn up cunt and ass provided scant lubrication as the plant pleasured itself in her shuddering, screaming body. Peach’s breasts were darkening red and bruising in their bra as the plant continued to roughly squeeze the succulent titmeat with it’s thorny vines. Peaches head shook from side to side and she wept at the agony of her pain. She just wanted to die, to end her suffering. There was no Mario, no Luigi, no hope of rescue. The squelching sound of her bloody violation was relayed to cheering crowd.
The plant wrapped a vine around her neck, and choked off her voice.
Peach’s eyes started to bug out as she fought for air. There was none. The plant sped up it’s thrusting, enjoying the pleasurable squeezing as Peach’s asphyxiation slowly caused her body to respond. She looked through wide eyes as the smiling plant face moved towards her, and then darkness filled her vision as it pressed into her face. The petals wrapped into her blonde hair and gripped tightly as it’s vines continued to pump into her spasming cunt and ass.
Peach felt pleasure building even through the agony of her ruined cunt and as her brain started to fog over she felt a powerful orgasm tear through her body. The plant’s vines exploded inside her with hot milky sap, filling into her womb and bowels with an explosive plant climax.
It was the last thing she ever knew. A stream of piss blasted from hotly from her urethra as her body twitched in death. Peach’s corpse hung limply in the air as the plant finished blasting her with sap. The vines pulled back towards the muddy earth, and another cheer went up as her body was dragged under the ground.
That's Reds Under The Flower Bed, but I couldn't post the link without the site marking it as spam.
Fucking bizarro, I get off to this shit. But I get off to a lot of snuffy stuff anyway. I'm one of the freaks who's seen Salò: 120 Days of Sodom many times! But while my stoner friends love the concept of that movie (a bunch of Italian fascist libertines sexually torture some peasants/slaves), when I thought of a similar subject where it was set in 1920s Russia with a bunch of Bolsheviks doing the same to nobles and capitalists, they all thought that sounded silly but also cathartic. Too cathartic to be real horror. Which says something about us I guess haha
I think the big problem is that you're supposed to empathize with the victims of torture porn but it's hard to empathize with the ruling elite. That's why we had to use Anastasia when exalting the Romanovs, because no one was going to feel bad for Nicholas or Alexandria or the older daughters. Maybe the younger Alexei.
There is a crippling lack of Anastasia Romanov x Vladimir Lenin ships on the internet and this makes me disappointed for some incomprehensible reason
That's some good writing, but maybe you should put it in the Literature
That's some good writing, but maybe you should put it in the Literature
Princess rape is actually one of my top fetishes. I just love the concept of a gated/protected girl being torn from her enclosed world and brutally destroyed.
This might be my favorite type of princess defilement and humiliation: when the pauper boy isn't even sure about doing it but still goes along
Ever hear of Empress Wanrong, the consort to Emperor Puyi who was deposed by the Communists? Her last years are 100% this.
>Puyi asked for Lady Saga, the most mature and responsible of the three women, to take care of Wanrong, who was hopelessly addicted to opium by this point, giving Lady Saga precious antiques and cash to pay for their way south to Korea. On 16 August Puyi took a small plane to Mukden, where another larger plane was supposed to arrive to take them to Japan, but instead a Soviet plane landed. Puyi and his party were all promptly taken prisoner by the Red Army, who initially did not know who Puyi was. The opium-addled Wanrong together with Lady Saga and Li were captured by Chinese Communist guerrillas on their way to Korea, after one of Puyi's brothers-in-law informed the Communists who the women were. Wanrong, the former empress, was put on display in a local jail as if she was in a zoo, and people came from miles around to watch her. In a delirious state of mind, she demanded more opium, asked for imaginary servants to bring her clothing, food and a bath, hallucinated that she was back in the Forbidden City or the Salt Tax Palace, and most poignantly of all screamed over and over again she missed her murdered baby daughter. The general hatred for Puyi meant that none had any sympathy for Wanrong, who was seen as another Japanese collaborator, and a guard told Lady Saga that "this one won't last", making it a waste of time feeding her. In June 1946, Wanrong starved to death in her jail cell, lying in a pool of her own vomit, urine and excrement, which the local people all found very funny. In his 1964 book From Emperor to Citizen, Puyi merely stated that he learned in 1951 that Wanrong "died a long time ago" without mentioning how she died
Especially the part about her being made into a zoo exhibit and everyone in town laughing at her dying horribly. I'm surprised there hasn't been guro made of this yet.
And she wasn't even that old nor unattractive.