#burly the bugbear

[thebeardlyben]

I started the sketch of this during my Pride Month art stream but I can finally call it done.

My bugbear druid Jerry Goodberry and Burly floating above the Witchlight Carnival in a bubble.

Yes, this happened in-session! <3

[ttrpgdoodles]

we ran into burly the bugbear, and during an improvised play, handed him a list to read. rip

[madonnamadeofasphalt]

I'm remembering back near the start of my first campaign, when I introduced an NPC who was a bugbear merc leader in a fancy suit. The juxtaposition of him being a huge, burly apeman who commands a small army of goblins from the basement of a burned-down slaughterhouse, while dressing and speaking like a sleazy corporate executive/mafia lord, was intended to be humorous in nature. As I was describing him, I've learned that important life lesson I assume every rookie DM learns sooner rather than later, and that is that I'm surrounded by furries.

[divineluce]

No Holds Barred || Morgan & Luce

Location: The Ring

Timing: July 6th, 2020

Tagging: @mor-beck-more-problems & @divineluce

Description: Happens at the same time as this chatzy. Morgan and Luce provide a very violent distraction as cover for the rescue team. Luce taps into something new?

Warnings: Blood, Death

Morgan’s insides trembled the whole drive. Her body, numb as ever, felt awkward with so many weapons tucked into her clothes. I will do whatever it takes to get them back. Whatever it takes it takes to get them back. She couldn’t fail Remmy after everything that had happened and she couldn’t fail to come back home. Whatever was in that awful place, whoever got their way-- the car rolled to a stop and Morgan grimaced, jumping out quickly with Luce before she could think about what the cost of balancing this bullshit might actually be. (Stars, did anything in the cosmos care for supernaturals at all?)

They went in the back entrance and marched straight into the training gallery Morgan had seen on her last visit. The mats had all been folded up and stacked against the wall near the free weights but the punching bags still dangled from the ceiling and the debris of the latest match littered the floor: snack wrappers, blood spatters, and dried up athletic tape. There were two doors at the end of the large room, the big pair that had taken Morgan into a series of halls and, eventually, the arena, and a smaller once that she’d assumed went to an office or a storage closet. 

Morgan shifted her trajectory to pick up one of the heavier weights. Something blunt, simple, and improvised sat better with her than the knives, stakes, and iron strapped to her body. Maybe it was the simplicity, maybe it was the accident of it all. She had only found it, after all, and if it happened to turn a skull into eggshell, well, it was just really heavy. Sometimes taking balance into your own hands meant crushing a few bones. “See anything that looks nice and flammable?” She whispered, bending down for a thirty pound dumbbell.

The small door at the end of the room opened and two sweaty faces poked their heads out. “Hey, who’s there?” a voice barked.

Speak of the devil. Morgan grimaced and gave Luce a look that said, I got this, keep going. “Just little old me, handsome,” she said, coming forward to draw them away from her friend. “Don’t you remember?”

Luce was tired. No, not physically. The phoenix tears had taken care of that last night. Emotionally tired, tired in a way that had sunk into her bones, tired in a way that did little to ease the anger that raged within her. She was fucking tired of people coming for her family. First Bea, now Nell. And Remmy. Poor, kind, stupidly compassionate Remmy. They were caught in the middle of this too. Luce was fed up, pissed off, and ready to fight. With her magic burning hot and bright in the well of her stomach… she was more than capable of making the people who’d done this pay. As they rolled up to a shoddy looking mixed-martial arts gym, its lights darkened, Luce hopped out, joining Morgan as they stepped inside the building. On her hip, one of her sharpened iron swords gleamed. Her silver brass knuckles sat snug against her hands, the metal burning hot from her body heat. 

“I got this.” Luce whispered in response as she scanned the area, her eyes falling on the small closet off to the side. Storage closet, most likely cleaning supplies. Those could make for some really interesting little fires. While Morgan spoke up, Luce hurried over to the closet and opened it. Just as she suspected, there were all kinds of cleaning solutions, rags, and towels. Opening a few bottles of cleaner, she dumped them haphazardly out onto the shelves and on the floor. Luce grabbed a couple bottles of rubbing alcohol, probably used to clean up wounds, and began to soak some of the rags with alcohol. Grabbing the soaked material, she dragged them along the hallway outside of the closet, being sure to create a path of rubbing alcohol on the ground. A grin slid across her face as she looked at the pile of cloth before her. A small blue flame sprang to life in the palm of her hand and she flung it before her. The rags ignited immediately, the trail along the floor illuminating in a blue glow as the fire crept towards the closet. As soon as the flames crossed the threshold, a small explosion rocked the storage closet and toxic fumes began to leak from the doorway. “Come on, let’s go!” Luce yelled, drawing her sword as the fire roared behind her.

“I think I’d remember a sweet little thing like you,” the man said, giving Morgan a once-over. “But seriously, you’re not supposed to be here. Come on out to the front and I’ll see if you can’t jog my memory, huh?”

“Wow, I’m hurt,” Morgan said. “Guess we should start with the part where I’m not anyone’s sweet little thing.” She swung the dumbbell, staring straight into his eyes as it cracked his face. “But I shouldn’t expect anyone who works here to get that, should I?”

At the sight of his friend’s face cracking into a mess of blood, the other man bared his fangs and Morgan and roared. 

Morgan swallowed thickly and let her eyes flicker to the back where Luce was. Flames roared up and the guards did a double take, enough for Morgan to sprint for some distance and get back to Luce. “Scream again, asshole, I dare you!” She called as she ran. The more that came this way, the easier time Blanche, Winston, and Jared would have. She made it a few feet before the vampire caught her by the hair and slammed her to the ground. Stupid ponytail.

With the flames burning behind her, casting shadows that danced around the room, Luce felt strong. She felt powerful. And, most of all, she felt angry. As she watched Morgan slam the weight into the face of one of the men, she grinned. But, the smile was short lived as the other man’s hands wrapped around her hair and yanked her to the floor. With a growl, Luce drew her sword and ran a hand along the flat of the blade, pouring magic out into the metal. The iron heated, scorched, burned and then ignited. Blue flames wrapped around the blade and she charged at the man, stabbing into his shoulder with the blade. He hissed and shrieked, fangs on full display as he recoiled from the flames that crept across his clothes. In the corner of her eye, Luce could see the side door swing open again, three more people bolting out of the hallway. “C’mon, you think you can take us?” She crowed, taunting them.

Morgan picked herself up from the floor and knocked the vampire to the ground with ease. Being on fire had a way of messing with your balance, it seemed. Bracing a foot on his back, she took his arms and twisted them out of place until black blood started to seep from his joints. The one whose face she’d broken was holding open the double doors and calling for help. Morgan’s fingers twitched, itching to summon a storm of alchemy and bring them all down at once. But there would be no separating herself from the damage here. As long as this ended with Remmy and Nell safe, it would be worth it. She took out her biggest knife and lunged at the next guard. They tousled, blocking more blows than they landed, but Morgan was able to pop her own bones back in a second and land a cut along his arm deep enough to send him to his knees. She looked again to find her sense of Luce just as a brown bear lumbered through the door, raised on its haunches, and roared loud enough to shake the punching bags on their chains.

One of the attackers, a woman with fangs just as long and sharp as the man Luce had run through with her sword, lunged towards her. Letting out a yell, the witch brought her flaming sword down. But, this one was smarter-- she dodged out of the way, flitting around with inhuman speed until she was behind her. Luce let out a groan of pain as the woman dug a hand into her shoulder, fingernails piercing her skin. The vampire was trying to make her drop the sword, she realized. Her teeth gritted together and Luce focused on her magic, letting it seethe and burn within her until it boiled out. Opening her mouth, a plume of blue flame escaped her jaws, igniting the vampire’s hair. The woman let out a shriek and fell to the ground, desperately batting at the flames. Shaking her arm out, the whole room seemed to shake as a giant fucking bear came through the door. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!” Luce growled as she slashed at the vampire on the ground, slicing her through the stomach with her sword.

The bear lashed his paws through the air, claws glistening with firelight. He gripped one of the punching bags and yanked it free like it was held up on no more than a twig. The bag hurtled toward them. Morgan jumped out of the way just as it crashed to the ground, spitting sand as it caught fire. Morgan stumbled back towards Luce, gripping her bloody knife like a vice. “That definitely wasn’t on the list of things I was worried about,” she whispered, voice shrill. The bear beat his chest with another roar, steam rising from his nostrils, or was that just the smoke from all the flames? Another swipe through the room and the tower of weights went clattering and rolling. Some landed on the bear’s fellow guards, but he didn’t take his eyes off the two women. He lowered back onto his paws and began to circle them, sharp teeth bared. Morgan shuffled closer to Luce. She had the big scary sword and the firebreath, but she could also die a lot easier than Morgan. There had to be a way to go about this smart. A way to trick him. Bugbears were just stupid bears when they transformed, right?

And then the bear stepped back and in the place where his burly shadow had been lay the bodies of Remmy and Nell, their limbs twisted all wrong, pummeled worse than anything she and Luce had accomplished so far, worse than anyone so young should have to be. Remmy’s tangled mess of hair ran past the dark mess of their severed neck. Their eyes stared straight at her, glazed with death. Their swollen mouth hung open, as if they’d been speaking, screaming at the very end. Morgan stared, tears of fury spilling over her cheeks. Fuck clever. Fuck smart. Every life in this building had to pay for what they did here. She roared, a broken, keening sound in her dead throat, and threw herself onto the bear, teeth and blades bared.

Spinning the sword in her hand, creating a pinwheel of blue flame, Luce sized up the bear. It was huge, bigger than almost any animal she’d ever seen before. But, it was just a fucking bear. And if it tried to stop them, she’d kill it just as she’d killed the vampires who’d come after them. They were here to draw the attention away from the others, to buy them the time they needed to get Nell and Remmy out of there. She wasn’t going to let this fucking bear take them down without a fight. But, just as she was about to take a step forward, the creature’s shadow morphed and shifted before her very eyes until two shapes appeared on the ground. An involuntary gasp was wrenched from her throat as she took in the tangled locks of hair, the sharp jaw, the curve of their mouth open in an eternal scream as black sludge ran from the base of their severed neck. Remmy. Remmy. And next to them--

Luce let out an anguished howl as she took in her sister’s crumpled form. Nell’s arms, barely healed from the wounds she’d sustained at the rez, were bent and twisted around her. A jagged slash, wet with blood and viscera, could be seen in the space where her stomach once was. Looking up, Luce could see the bear’s mouth was now coated in red. Next to her, Morgan launched herself at the bear, knives poised, mouth outstretched. Luce watched as the woman bit and snarled and stabbed. All the while, rage and hatred pounded in her ears before giving way in an instant to an eerie sense of calm. 

Whatever the bear had meant to do to them by showing this vision, it hadn’t been this. He stumbled with surprise at Morgan’s attack, doing his best to shake her off. But Morgan’s blades had landed deep and she’d sooner let them carve through the bear’s thick skin than let go. Something had come loose in her at the sight of her friend’s mangled bodies. She was tearing as the wounds with her teeth, letting the blood seep down her mouth and clothes. She twisted one of her blades until her wrist was fit to pop, screaming as loud as she could. She didn’t notice the bear rearing up to shake her. She was hanging on one moment, drilling her knives deeper one thrust at a time, and then she was flying across the room. Her back collided with another punching bag, bouncing off and thudding to the ground in a series of cracks. She had one knife still in her hand, but her bones needed more than a second to fix themselves back again. She watched, helpless, to see what Luce would do next.

While Morgan attacked with tooth and blade, Luce remained still, her eyes still focused on her sister. Her focus had narrowed down to nothing but Nell, nothing but her corpse that lay before them. Young and fragile and broken and gone. She’d already seen Bea’s body, spread out in the clearing on the night of the resurrection. And now she was faced with the image of her other sister lying still before her. Dead. The flames of her sword began to sputter and die, the metal no longer warm to the touch. The rage, the fury, the aggression she’d felt boiling within her only moments ago had mounted to dizzying, toppling heights. But, she didn’t feel out of control, she didn’t feel overwhelmed by emotion.

If anything, the anger was a distant thing from her. She knew its intensity, but she couldn’t feel it in the same way as she once had. But, that wasn’t what she focused on. No, instead, Luce focused on the space between the rage, the energy that existed in the silence. It crackled and thrummed with a force… so familiar. So volatile, so eager for her to finally take notice of its presence. As Luce’s eyes narrowed to face the beast before her, she reached into that void, embraced the crackling power that dwelled within. Unlike the fire that burned with uncontrolled rage, this power was sharp, intense, and sent shivers down her spine. With a flick of her fingers, the wrath within her was released in a single volatile moment. Electricity arched from her palm and a brilliant flash of lightning streaked across the space between them before piercing the bear through the chest.

For a terrible flash of a moment the bear seemed to be burning from the inside out. Blue and purple lightning reflected in his eyes, burning away everything else in Morgan’s eyes. Then he collapsed with a moan and did not move again. 

“Barry!” A woman’s voice cried from the double doors, raw with grief.

Morgan staggered to her feet, grunting as she came back together one vertebrae at a time. The woman wasn’t thinking about hiding her moves any more than Morgan had been a moment ago. She was running back and forth, fighting to get around the flames. She didn’t care that she was one lightning blast away from joining her man, or that there was a zombie reaching for her flailing arms. Not until it was too late. “He didn’t do anything! He was just a bouncer, you fuck! We didn’t even bring them here!” Morgan was too tired and disgusted to argue. She struck, hard enough to send her to the ground. She hit her again. Hit her again. The woman reached for Morgan’s throat and squeezed, realizing too late that Morgan wasn’t the kind of beast that needed to breathe. Morgan didn’t sacrifice her grip on the woman to show her what kind of mistake she’d made. She bared her teeth in a grimace and snapped her very human neck. Rising slowly, Morgan looked into the dark halls beyond the room, her vision streaked with smoke and tears. She didn’t know if there were any still laying in wait for them, but she stood from the pile of dust beneath her nonetheless and asked, voice broken and growling, “Anyone next?”

Luce watched as the lightning arced through the bear’s body, the light leaving its eyes before he crumpled into a heap on the ground. For a moment, there was nothing but quiet, serene calm. The rage had subsided, the aggression had dissipated in flash. And what remained was… Warmth. But it wasn’t the familiar heat of the anger filled flames that filled her soul. It was different--

Before she could process just what the warmth within her was, time seemed to snap back into place. And in an instant, every ounce of energy she had was sapped from her body. Taking a staggering step back, Luce fell to a knee, her hand touching the ground. She peered through unfocused eyes, trying to look at the world around her. A foggy haze filled her vision and she collapsed to the ground. Exhausted, her eyes fell shut and Luce succumbed to unconsciousness.

Morgan stood numb in the dark, but nothing happened. There were footsteps in the distance, calls of “fire,” and “escaping!” and so many awful screams. Morgan turned behind her-- “Luce?” She asked. “Luce, w-we--we have to…” But Luce was a mess of limbs on the ground, her chest falling slow and heavy under her weight. Shit. The fog around Morgan fell and a blade-like clarity settled in. She ran to the Vural girl’s side and scooped her up into her arms and started back for the car. If Blanche, Winston, and Jared had done their part, the next thing would be to get out of here, get somewhere safe. Everywhere around her, bodies burned and moaned. Morgan stepped over one of the guards, their rasping breath gargled with blood. “I’d get out soon if I were you,” she said, still walking by. “This place is really going to hell.”

Luce fought through darkness, through the thick fog of exhaustion. She… wasn’t going to just tap out like this. Forcing her weary eyes to open, she realized that Morgan had grabbed her, was carrying her out of the building. Nell, where was Nell? Where was her sister? The magic within her, crackled and thrummed under her skin, reacting at the thought. Before she could wonder why, before she could question any further, fatigue overtook her and Luce fell back into a stupor. Her last thoughts before sliding back under drifting to her sister. And the hope that she was safe. 

[the-science-of-stories]

A Beautiful Day.

Demi’s back! But she hasn’t heard from Trona in awhile... 

“Oof! Huh, that didn’t take too long. Thanks for the ride mister!” 

A small but boisterous female voice expressed its gratitude to a burly man steering a stationary horse-drawn wagon. He gave a tip of his sun hat with a hand holding two gold coins in his large palm before spurring the horses back into motion. 

As the wagon pulled away there appeared a waving small figure. A short, female Halfling with tan skin, chestnut hair and a wardrobe of browns, yellows and greens. She kicked up one heel, turning around on the other before stamping it on the ground and placing her fists on her hips with a haughty ‘Hmph!’ through a tight smile. 

She was back in Waterdeep! 

Finally she got to get back to adventuring. Finally she could tie her hair back up again. Her parents probably wouldn’t like it, but who cares? She did! Almost made her feel older, and maybe... Just a little taller. 

But either way it was going back up because she was back! And she had adult responsibilities again. 

And she wouldn’t have to wait long as a heavy, gruff voice called across the street from the other side of the gate.  “DEH-MEH!” 

It was more yell than voice, but she knew exactly who it belonged to. Turning around she immediately spotted a rag-tag group of individuals with the fuzzy culprit towering over the others. 

A bugbear was waving his heavy palm. 

In front of him stood an armored knight carrying a flail with a kite-shield and patterns of green painted over his armor and standard. He rolled his shoulder to adjust one of his pauldrons when he looked up and caught eye of his party mate. 

By his shin a male halfling with grey clothes and a disinterested look, impatiently clicking a very expensive looking pen. When he looked up an almost mischievous smile spread onto his face. 

Behind the bugbear on an already commandeered and loaded cart sat a beautiful elvish woman with silver hair kicking her feet back and forth in the air.A sight that might’ve been a little less unsettling if not for the spire she had on the back of her hand she was staring at with a casual smile. 

Demi excitedly waved as she ran a few feet in their direction before taking a few rapid looks around. Immediately she was aware of one silhouette missing. There was no long beak of a plague doctor mask sticking out anywhere. 

The halfling cupped her hands around her mouth before leaning forward a bit to try and carry her voice to the others, “Have you guys seen Trona yet!?” 

“Not anywhere, was supposed to meet us an hour ago! Much longer we’re gonna be late!” Ferrum, the knight, called back. 

“I said we should just leave her!” Haelgrukk, the bugbear rumbled like thunder across the clearing, clearly displeased. 

Garster, the sketchy looking halfling just raised his hands in a shrug along with a few rapid shakes of his head while Val, the elvish woman, was still clearly preoccupied with her spider. 

“Hrm...” Demi whined, slightly in pondering but mostly in disappointment it was gonna be longer before they could leave. 

“Have you checked her shop yet!?” Ferrum called again, earning equally surprised stares from all sides of his party. 

“She has a shop now!?” Demi called back. 

“Why didn’t you tell us that!?” Garster demanded, kicking his armored shin with about as much success as one would expect. 

“... Because it wasn’t relevant until now?” Ferrum answered, not doing very well to appease the frustrated stares, “Hey I was getting the cart!”

Demi rubbed a hand over her face with a heavy sigh, turning on her heel again as she took off down the street, “I’ll go find her, just gimme a minute!” 

“Two blocks down, you can’t miss it! Looks exactly like what you think it does!” Ferrum called back before the distant sound of metal clanking together. Hale likely lost his patience and got mitts hands on him. It was a small wave of relief Demi didn’t have to see, or really hear, any of what was coming next. 

Before long she found a building that stood out to her from the others just by the newer, fresher wood and stone to build the structure. She didn’t know much about architecture, but she could always tell when forest material was fresh. 

It was a rounded building with windows embedded into stone piling that gave way to long stretches of wood. Behind the glass she saw hanging, drying herbs and the glint of a few colorful potions in the reflecting sun rays. 

She could definitely smell it was her place, if anything. The combination of burning chemicals and fragrant herbs was an odor no one ever agreed on if they loved it or hated it. 

But that didn’t make her hesitate to push the door open with a high jingle of a welcome bell. 

Before she almost choked on a wave of dust. 

The halfling stumbled into the room with a few light coughs, waving her hands in her face as she was startled by just how thick the air was. The sunshine and twinge of the salty air from the Sea of Swords gave way to a pungent odor of something like lavender crossed with sulfur. 

When Demi wiped her eyes she got her first look at the shop. Shelves and notes lining the walls around a desk on the far side of the room. A bed nestled under a window to her left and a staircase cascading over a small kitchen up to a loft. 

A figure turned around with a start at the desk across the room. A head whipping around with the flourish of a very long, white ponytail. Looking back at her were foggy, baggy eyes of a pale-complexioned woman. It was almost impossible to make out the alchemist against the curtain of smoke that immediately dissipated as she took a couple steps to turn fully around. 

“Demi? You’re back already?” She asked in a faintly accented voice. 

Demi coughed, giving her chest a couple pats as she stood up to full height again, “Yeah! *Cough* It’s me, Trona! Didn’t think I’d be back so soon, either, but couldn’t be happier I am. Eugh, it’s hard to breathe in here. What are you making, some kind of new poison for Garster?” 

Trona blinked, sheepishly looking at a mug and saucer in her hands then back up at the ranger again. 

“Tea.” 

“Tea-!?” Demi started to question, shaking her head in dismissal of the topic, “Nevermind, we gotta get going! Everyone’s waiting for us!” 

“Waiting for-” Trona had barely enough time to set down her tea and flip up her hood before Demi scampered forward and took one of her hands. 

“Yeah! Waiting! The party got us a job for us,” She explained as she pulled Trona along towards the door who leaned with almost both of her arms at full length reaching for her plague doctor mask and satchel off the bed, “So we gotta get going!”

Trona scrambled to adjust her mask as they burst out into the morning air. She almost lost her footing underneath her as the sun bore down on her. What she didn’t have time, or the courage, to tell Demi was she hadn’t left her shop in a couple of days. Her time sank into a black hole trying to synthesize a tea using nightshades with minimal success. 

The aggressive light and almost thin air made her lose her breath for a second, but she kept jogging at the behest of the halfling pulling her along. 

“I’m not waiting any longer for an adventure, we got things to do! Besides, it’s a beautiful day!” Demi exclaimed, clearly the excitement of returning starting to stoke her halfling spirit. 

It made Trona look at her feet, watching as almost grey ground gave way to spills of color. Her eyes adjusted to see sprouting flowers in the cobblestone path. The complimentary shades of Demi’s wardrobe and the glow of her smile over her shoulder. Ringing in her ears giving way to melody as birds chirped, just returned from their first fly of the day. The smell of the billowing bread oven of the bakery just up the road with windows thrown open to circulate the breeze. Yes, even the colorful language spouting from Hale’s mouth at Ferrum as they got closer to the rendezvous point. 

You’re right-” Trona breathed to herself, not quite audible to Demi,

“It is beautiful, isn’t it?” 

[therealvagabird]

Some D&D characters!

I made this adventuring party a little while ago, inspired by the idea of an “all-monster” play on the traditional D&D party. Mainly just a fun exercise in character design. I even played as one of them solo.

I might write some excerpts of various adventures of this fictional band, but no promises. They do have something of a vague story-arc to them, though.

Name: Brute

Race: Bugbear

Class: Fighter

Appearance: Very large and burly bugbear, with almost ankle-length arms. Medium grey skin, thick black fur coat with prominent beard. Gold eyes. Features strong but weathered. Has many scars.

Usually wears a sturdy breastplate with simple, dark-colored underclothes in a soldiery style – sometimes with barbute helm. Attire is overall simple, crude, and military, favoring convenience over flair.

Specialties: Polearm defence, medium armor, military discipline, mercenary attitude.

Bio: It was after the landed Lord Francis of Aquila slew a tribe of feral bugbears on a hunting trip that he decided to take one orphaned youth as a personal slave, believing it would make for an intimidating warrior. Though given the sanctified name of “Barba Molossus” (or “Hairy Dog”) in accordance with religious rites, the bugbear was most often known as simply “Brute”. Brute was trained to be a loyal soldier and personal guard of the Aquilan noble family, and steadfastly served despite the constant derision directed at him. When Castle Aquila was ultimately overrun by a rival house, Brute fled into the wilds, eking out a living before coming across a large goblinoid tribe. Once again an outcast for his human rearing, Brute learned that ultimately his brutality would earn him the respect of most greenskins regardless.

Brute is a dour and bitter man, having been exposed to the worst aspects of many different environments and cultures. He has a reputation for savagery and ruthlessness that strikes fear into the hearts of many, even if they deride him as a simple dog. Despite this reputation, Brute is actually quite disciplined and reserved, only exposing his wrath when pushed, and being an otherwise very effective mercenary most of the time.

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Name: Wu Jinn, “White-Eyes”, “The Clever”, “The Spider” (pejorative)

Race: Hobgoblin

Class: Wizard

Appearance: Shorter hobgoblin, long limbed but average build. Very dark, burgundy skin. Almost elven features, with blunted nose. Wavy black hair with white strands, close on sides but gathered up into long, braided nest on head to be wrapped in turban. Facial hair wispy – if left unshaved will grow slight Fu Manchu, goatee, and sideburns. Black irises.

Sharp-cut purple underclothes in Eastern style. Black, hooded over-robe. Beige leather lamellar armor offers simple protection with flexibility. Black, stiff mantle on shoulders. Pointed shoes. Tight, beige turban on head. Many pouches and arcane tools carefully sorted about person.

Specialties: Magical manipulation and lore, history and general knowledge. Carries enchanted whip and sword.

Bio: There was a time when the hobgoblin mage covens of the dark East were sought after fiercely by warchiefs looking to secure magical power and sage council. Now, the respect allotted to the goblin mages has severely diminished. Wu Jinn trained in the hidden arcanums, perused the libraries of many great kingdoms, and became a learned scholar at a very young age. Now, he is stuck as the disregarded councilor to an orc chief, usually relegated to distributing medicine and conjuring fireballs when he has the knowledge of the past and future at his disposal.

Wu Jinn is a highly analytical hobgoblin, but was drawn to magic over simple scholarship due to the inherent mystery of the arcane. All knowledge is of interest to him, though this has not come without cost. Wu Jinn is aware of what terrible forces are at work in the universe, and it only heightens his frustration with people. He’s not terribly concerned with issues of power or politics, and regards most beings, even himself, as very insignificant in a cosmic sense. Regardless, he can never understand why so many would-be governors concern themselves with such things if they could just listen to him and organize everything so much more conveniently.

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Name: Mary, “Nightingale”

Race: Tiefling

Class: Sorcerer

Appearance: Tiefling woman with almost black skin and fiery red eyes. Hair is black, straight, and usually kept around jaw length, though held back by nomad-style bandana. Rather tall, lithe but with powerful stature if not slouching. Horns have been completely filed off and hidden with bandana. Facial features strong and very beautiful, though haggard. Fangs, claw-like nails, barbed tail, and forked tongue kept hidden.

Usually dresses in light leather garb with comfortable underclothes and many bandanas. Loose, dark blue linens with tattered black hooded longcoat. Outfit always arranged to disguise infernal features. Prefers as much jewelry as she can wear without being conspicuous.

Specialties: Shadow magic, deception, psychological attacks, stealth, theft, assassination

Bio: Mary was born as the result of a dark ritual by cultists of the Lower Planes, believing she would be the Agrat bat Mahlat, or “Gift of Desolation”, destined to lead a fiendish conquest of the world. An attack against the cult and secret rescue of Mary by a kindly cleric disrupted that plan, however. Mary was placed in an orphanage when the cleric could no longer guard her, and given her current name. A rough childhood and many caretakers later, Mary took to the streets to become a rogue known as “Nightingale”, an enemy of the cruel and powerful, all while running from the remaining members of the old cult that wished to return her to her destiny.

Mary has the misfortune that evil runs very strongly in her blood. Her magical power can only be used to bring pain, confusion, and destruction even when carefully applied. For this reason, she has made it her mission to only target evil and tyrannical enemies, taking them down either directly or with careful manipulation in the hopes that good might fill the void. Nightingale prefers to remain out of sight and out of mind, disguising her infernal heritage in public and attempting to get in and out without a trace when on a mission. She is naturally attracted to many vices, and may have sudden bouts of rage or bitterness, but most of the time tries to retain a peaceful attitude in the hopes that goodness might one day come naturally to her.

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Name: Batul Grimhand, “Hacksaw”

Race: Half-Orc

Class: Cleric

Appearance: Tall female half-orc with dark olive-green skin. Older, with sturdy figure and many minor scars. Kinky hair shaved into short tight stripe. Broad features, dark brown eyes, prominent but well-kept tusks.

Outfit includes knee-length white undercoat and clothes tucked into sturdy boots, and long leather gloves. Dark blue pants. Solid breastplate covered in all manner of medical pouches protects torso. More accessories affixed to leather belt and faulds. Keeps white bandana around neck to cover face if needed. Will don long leather cloak for bad weather.

Specialties: Field medicine, general healing, shock stabilization, combat support

Bio: Though it has been many centuries since orcs and goblins were defined as lawless and endlessly cruel raiders, the reality of the greenskin strongholds can still be exceptionally brutal in the modern day. To be born a half-breed, and a rare female at that, lead to a tough upbringing for Batul. Service in the warhost and later as a mercenary soldier abroad gave discipline and protection for Batul when there was none. She trained as a medic, seeing the violent realities of the world and wanting to make a difference. However, her clerical training only did so much, and most of the time she was only allotted the time and resources to get the injured back on their feet so that they could die fighting. Trauma and bitterness soon seeped in, and by the time she was an experienced medic, she was also a surly and iron-hard orc. Now, Batul has the respect she always wanted, at the cost of her enthusiasm and optimism. Though there are still the occasional jeers, most know not to mess with Hacksaw if you know what’s good for you.

Batul carries a genuine desire to help people within her scarred and hardened exterior. She is often the voice of pessimism and caution, always expecting the worst and never much trusting in anyone but herself. Years of belittlement and wartime shock have given her a grim disposition that earned her few friends but also few enemies. Her strength is in getting severely injured people back in fighting shape in short order, though she can’t do much more. Given time and resources, she could perhaps do a great many things, heal people body and mind, but she doesn’t hope for such high ideals anymore. Despite her negativity, she is always ready to suggest that a situation might be more than it seems – that enemies might be misunderstood, that what others call “weakness” might not be so reprehensible, and that killing and death are not so noble. Of course, if it comes down to letting a patient die or taking up her axe, she will swiftly choose the latter.

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Name: Tash, “Tashi”

Race: Goblin

Class: Monk

Appearance: Very thin goblin, shorter than average, with skinny face, impish features, large ears, and huge yellow-green cat eyes. Pale grey-green skin. Messy mop of warm black hair. Would almost be cute for a goblin if he wasn’t covered in all manner of injuries and other old maladies.

Ragged cream sleeveless gi, and dark blue pants, with dark over-cloak and a faded burgundy belt/sash. Wears dark jika-tabi style footwear. Hands and other parts of body usually wrapped in bandages. Has many satchels for trinkets, as goblins like to have.

Specialties: Sword-and-hand fighting, danger sense, survival, dodging.

Bio: Though the greenskin stronghold Tash was born into was far from the worst around, it is still a hard life to be one of the mine-dregs. Despite being very sickly, scrawny, and cowardly by goblin standards, Tash worked in the mines until he sustained enough injuries to earn him a discharge for menial work. The misfortunes heaped upon him would have crippled or driven other goblins mad, but somehow Tash survived. Eventually his survival rate earned him a place in the Dregs’ Union, the goblin racket that allowed successful menials a chance at higher privilege. Though he earned few friends for his paranoid and self-loathing demeanor, he was taken under the wing of Master Maka, an old goblin warrior. Maka was far past his prime, but recognized Tash as “lucky” and so gifted him with the secrets of his Sword and Fist style. The martial secrets were enough to put Tash on the path from survival to possible success.

Tash is an extremely paranoid and mentally degraded goblin. Oftentimes he feels as though he was born into the wrong species. Weak, sickly, and fearful of many things even goblins would have no problem with, Tash tends to underestimate his hidden fortitude. While often the voice of fear and worry, he has proven to be adept at surviving even when thrust into the middle of battle, his fight and flight instincts somehow giving him incredible speed and clarity when they balance out. He is also very intuitive, and while often derided as stupid he has a keen eye for detail. Tash’s greatest obstacle is overcoming the pain and fear of his life to realize just how noble he could be.

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Name: Baako, “Bomber”, “Batty”, “Blossom”

Race: Goblin

Class: Ranger

Appearance: Hale and lanky goblin with forest green skin, fiery eyes, a wide grin, large batlike ears and a batlike nose. Wide face with sharp features, and long black dreadlocks usually kept back in a ponytail.

Wears tan, sleeveless tunic and baggy tan pants tucked into tall black boots. Black leather cuirass in the style of apron overalls. Black archer’s gloves. Tattered, dark ranger cloak. Green belt sash. Many leather straps and harnesses all over body holding component pouches.

Specialties: Subterfuge, traps, ranged combat, tracking

Bio: Baako is a highly eccentric goblin whose erratic behavior has earned him equal parts distain, fear, and camaraderie from his peers. Born into the foragers, his energetic nature saw him advance quickly before joining the Union and becoming a ranger. He now runs as a scout, warrior, and hunter, wielding numerous traps and diversions to protect his stronghold’s borders. Baako is also a big fan of pranks and debauchery, however, and his constant petty theft and disruptions to his comrades and superiors has earned him as many enemies as his outgoing and driven nature have earned him allies.

Nobody knows for sure if Baako is just theatrical or suffers from some sort of split personality. He will often slip into different “personas” depending on the task at hand or even just swings of his mood. Common nicknames for himself include “Bomber” when he’s hoping to cause mayhem, “Batty” when acting as a ranger, or “Blossom” when he wants to feel cute. Most just leave him be, as for all his oddities he’s proven to be a highly competent goblin. Focused and indefatigable so long as he’s kept occupied, it’s only when Baako gets bored that trouble starts.

[wigmund]

Sad bugbear needs a hug. He needs something better than voluptuous and burly bugbear demons that encourage him to murder his neighbor’s pets

Also baby gnolls will always be adorable even if they look like Ren Hoek

[jurgenronaaz]

Explaining D&D’s orcs, goblins, hobgoblins, etc. for people whose main Fantasy source is still LOTR

Goblins are Tolkien Goblins, Kobolds are Fairy Tale goblins but with a hint of dragon (adorable useless dragoblins) unrelated to Orcs and Goblinoids. Orcs are typically Chaotic with a tribe/clan-based culture, Hobgoblins are usually larger nations or armies (think Uruk-Hai from LOTR, large disciplined armies), Bugbears take the big muscle job the trolls have in LOTR, being bigger support units to Hobgoblins typically while most Troll descriptions are more like Bridge Trolls or Swamp Trolls than the burly cave trolls of LOTR.

[taz-quotes]

Travis: Just for clarity, so I can write it down, is he human-sized, ogre-sized-

Griffin: He is humanoid, but he’s about seven feet tall? Big- big and burly.

Justin: Oh my god, I know who it is. It’s the bugbear. It’s the bugbear!

Travis: It’s my hugbear!

Justin: Klarg! It’s Klarg!

Griffin: You see a single tear fall from his eye.

Travis: (singing) I’m gonna have to punch!

[ragsliveblogs]

Griffin: He is humanoid, um, but he’s about, uh, seven feet tall? Uh, big, big, and burly. Justin: Oh my god, I know who it is. [Pause] It’s the bugbear. [gasp] It’s the bugbear! Travis: It’s Klaarg! Justin: Klaarg! It’s Klaarg!

Holy shit, it totally is Clarg isn’t it.  I totally forgot about him but he 100% fits the bill.  I am so happy to have Klaarg back.

[thebeardlyben]

To those that missed the pride art stream on Friday, here's a WIP of some bugbears kissing. Jerry and Burly forever!

[xanthicantag]

do all the asks scrub

you have truly mastered all i have to teach and reached the rank scrub lord

We got D for Darren, IT for inktree, TE for scary terry, G for garramoosh, F for fellos and UN for unfaceable

1. How many dead parents do they have?

D: 2!IT: 0!!TE: 5!G: a whole deadass clanF: A whole mess of dead family poor kidUN: she technically killed her own father so like

2. How good are they at tongue twisters?Except for Darren, BAD

3. Biggest regret?D:Losing friendship powerIT: the lose of boyfriends 1-6TE: not killing more peopleG: Letting all his friends and family die and having to live with the regret he couldn’t avenge them and then took up the mantle of those who slew themF: Letting the clan of @purplewombat14481​ ‘s character die, he thought no one else would vote for the kidUN: listening to her friends and not ripping that Darrus guy in half

4. Are they formally trained or have they gone through a more organic learning experience for their skillset?

D: No training just a lot of the street lifeIT: All the fucking goddamn trainingTE: he’s a damn good murder sorcerer is what he isG: as much training as a paladin bugbear could get?F: Not as trained as Inky but he was trained real goodUN: ex military baby, and also a naruto like training period

5. If they could hang out with one famous person in 18th century American History, who would they want to hang out with?

None of them would last 5 minutes without killing them, except maybe Inktree, she’s a smart girl

6. What’s their theme song?

D: It’s a hard knock lifeIT: The Killing Type -Amanda PalmerTE: Young and a Menace - FOBG: Believer - Imagine Dragons or Every Kesha songF: Praying - KeshaUN: The Wolves - JJ & the pillars

7. What fictional character are they most like? Was this an intentional or accidental influence?

fukc dude, Garamoosh is kinda like the man of lamancha?

8. Paper or plastic?

all paper all the way

9. What’s their dump stat?

D: StrengthIT: Charisma (she’s not a good talker)TE: I don’t remember I think he might have busted stats tbhG: It was INT before he got a 19 in thatF: His cunning was bad? (this was for dragon age dnd)UN: Int and Dex, she was the strongest ranger

10. What’s their best stat?

D, IT, TE, G: DEX (also INT for IT and CHA for D and TE)F & UN: They are ripped as fucking hell.

11. What is their favorite anime?D & UN: NarutoF: Neon GenesisTE: High death animeG: he loves that slice of life anime about the big guy who finds love, it really gets to him as a big guy who’s just looking to have a family

12. What’s their favorite beverage?All but G: AlchoholG: He drinks water since it’s holy

13. If they can use magic, what’s their favorite spell?D: Burning handsIT: Booming blade or Magic MissileTE: Hellish Rebuke (I love tieflings btws)G: Divine smite (and shield, and find steed, he loves that horse, and magic, he’s a giver really)F: He likes his big hand grabby spellUN: Goodberry or passwithout trace, Hunters mark had it’s day in the light one time

14. Most heroic thing they have ever done?D: Tried to help someone in their time of need, that guy was a piece of shitIT: Saves the rest of the party, every time, always, she is tired of it, she wants restTE: Murder is bad and he is only good at thatG: he is techincally stopping a bunch of evil cults from ending the world, and murdered a slaver, it was dopeF: Saved a party memebers child, but also let a whole clan die so it kinda wasn’t so greatUN: Stopped a genocide and and punched a god

15. Most despicable thing they have ever done?D:He got over zealous and ripped a guys head off for style points after he surrendered, scared the rest of the partyIT: Techincally breaking out of jail is illegal but she doesn’t follow lawsTE: he is a murderer, like, really, he killed the other orphans, who does thatG: He techincally may have broken his oath once or twice, but it’s for good and he’s smater than religion now so no one can stop himF: see all times i mention those dead elvesUN: She kind of worked for a totalitarian order of assholes for a while

16. Are they a hero or a supporting protagonist?D: He wants to shine as a true hero with a heart of gold, but he’s really evil and is bad at being goodIT: she just wants some fuck and some sleep, she would gladly not be any whereTE: noG: That party is full of ridiculous hero backstoriesF: same as GUN: she was really stubborn but also didn’t really want to be front and center

17. What’s their favorite food?All non IT: any foodTE: The spider meat (the underdark is making her crazy)

18. Would they rather fight a hundred duck-sized horses, or one horse-sized duck?100 small horses, they are all good at aoe

19. They have to go live on a deserted island. They can take one thing and one person. What do they take?Alchohol for all non-GG: his family

20. Are they religious? If so, what god or gods do they serve?G: The golden Hog who saved him from death at the hands of a paladinF: The maker kindaNone for the rest

21. How did they become an adventurer?D: by accidentIT: she was arrested and said no i’m not staying hereTE: he’s really notG: the people needed himF: he wanted to save his brotherUN: she woke up in a basement and found a new family, a better one

22. Most amazing monster they have ever killed or helped kill?D: a battalionIT: shadow demon wizard fusionTE: i don’t even remember he needed to relaxG: a lot of high-powered high-ranking cultists, and a dragonF: Some hot guy UN: a fake god and then technically a real god 

23. Thoughts on death?BAD

24. Do they have any interesting skills?D: can pickpocket stuff with a whip (says he can pick a lock with it but everyone knows he just breaks the door down)G: has skin with AC 20UN: can pull rank sometimes

25. Favorite animal?IT: She really loves owlsD and TE: their pets ratG: HogsUN: her sweet dogF: Mabaris

26. Expansion of civilization or the preservation of nature?All of them except Fellos are for nature

27. They’re at a tavern. They bump into a big burly angry drunk with a combative attitude. What happens?That fucker get’s his ass beat is what happens (or eviscerated by D or TE) 

28. What do they do between quests?G: tries to raise his boy (another player)D: hunts a bastard manTE: his never not doing murderF: finding his brother (plot twist he found him it was awkward) or learning more about his friendsUN: systematically killing every member of the order she used to work for, or having a nice day with her doh

29. Biggest positive and negative influences on their life and development?D: himself and his murdery tendencies are bad, his friends were goodTE: HIMSELF, not goodIT: the other gnome and druid is the only not negative influence, everyone else is a negativeG: He loves everyone, until their evilF: His mother was his only big role model/ parent, and he is trying to do good to be that kind of figure for his brother, but the demon who lives in his brain (IS THE BEST INFLUENCE SHOUT OUT TO MY BOY)

30. Would they smooch a ghost?

100% YES

[sindumplingwrites]

Klarg x Taako || Charmed to Make Your Acquaintance

[Wordcount: 1,770] [Oneshot Type: Mainly fluff] [Summary: Klarg falls in love with the concept of Taako. Taako gets roofied.] [Unedited]

    Klarg knew he had a few violent tendencies-- well, a lot of them, actually. He was a bugbear, so of course it was to be expected. Even the inhibitor created specifically to lessen his negative emotions and destructive impulses ended up failing him. It was as if he was destined to be the raging monster that his race had been stereotyped as for so long.

    Or so he thought.

    When a particularly rowdy trio made their way into his homestead, he figured their intentions weren't pure in nature. One of them even went so far as to throw his precious dog and best friend, Percival, into a fire. This alone was enough for Klarg to be more than willing to end their pathetic lives.

    But then he met the eyes of the elf among the intruders. Just catching his gaze had an effect on Klarg that he could scarcely recognize, and the bugbear's anger washed away as quickly as it had appeared.

    He felt warmer whenever the elf spoke. He'd go as far as to say he felt safer, even as it was being explained to him that a subordinate had been plotting to assassinate him and had decided to hire the elf and his two friends to carry out the plan.

    When the elf  introduced himself as "Taako," a feeling of infatuation filled Klarg to his brink. It was then that the bugbear finally interpreted the emotion that he was suffering from as love.

    Ever since that day, Klarg had found himself having mixed feelings towards Taako that tended to change wildly and without warning. One moment he'd want to wrap his arms around Taako's thin frame; the next he'd want to wrap his hands around Taako's thin neck.

    Now, as he caught sight of Taako wandering the streets of Neverwinter and enjoying the scents of the nearby bakeries, Klarg wanted to whisk the elf off of his feet and run away with him. The unabashed rage Klarg had begun to feel during the long stretch of time where he hadn't be able to catch a single glimpse of Taako was forgotten in the rush of tranquility that washed over the now lightheaded bugbear.

    "Taako, my friend!" Klarg boomed, arms outstretched as he bounded over to the elf.

    Taako swung around, startled by the familiar voice and the unexpectedness of hearing it in Neverwinter of all places. The wizard had spoken with gods and the actual grim reaper with little to no problems in the past, but only Klarg could ever manage to evoke an anxious response out of him. "Klarg? I see you're in one of your better moods," he uptalked, mentally revisiting the times when Klarg had been less than happy to see him.

    "I admit that sometimes I can get a bit out of hand." Klarg grinned down at Taako, drinking in the sight of him. "I'd never actually hurt you, though." He kept his arms open, gesturing for Taako to grace him with an embrace.

    Taako relaxed his shoulders and went with a simple high-five instead, much to Klarg's disappointment, glancing around hurriedly as he wondered how long it would be until the bugbear's capricious personality would show itself. "Listen, my guy, I'm glad to see that you're disinterested in pummeling me into the ground right now, but I gotta admit that you can be a bit hot-and-cold."

    "Yes," Klarg conceded sheepishly, "I do have a habit of letting my emotions get the best of me. Right now, though, I have an insatiable urge to take you out for tea. I've been adding a few potions to my tea to lessen my more abrasive traits, so there's no need to feel hesitant."

    Taako, slightly grateful that Klarg's urge wasn't to murder him on sight, but rueful that Klarg wore his romantic affections on his sleeve, nodded. "I would absolutely love for you to take me out for tea, but I don't think my boyfriend would like that." Taako was lying through his teeth, but he figured it may be enough to turn Klarg away.

    Klarg, despite feeling a pang of hurt, simply laughed. He shouldn't be surprised that somebody as downright charming and gorgeous as Taako would be taken. "There's nothing wrong with two friends going out for tea, now is there? You always read too far into things!"

    Taako pressed his lips into a thin line, not wanting to awaken Klarg's aggressive side through means of rejection. "Well, a free meal is a free meal. I'll follow your lead, buggaboo," he drawled.

    A childlike glee filled Klarg and he grabbed Taako by the arm, his hand being more than large enough to wrap around the wizard's thin bicep. As he led Taako through the streets towards his favorite cafe, the bugbear began to ramble about the mundane features of his life, overjoyed that Taako was willing to lend him an ear. People rushed to get out of Klarg's way as he paraded down the road, his size being more than enough to intimidate them even as he was talking about how important fitting teatime into his schedule was.

    Taako raised a curious eyebrow once they entered the warmth of the shop, but said nothing as Klarg sauntered up to the store's counter. Klarg, for the sake of nostalgia, ordered two cups of oolong tea-- one small and the other large --and passed the barista a small vile of red liquid, asking that the barista pour it into the bigger of the two.

    When Klarg returned, Taako took the initiative to seat the bugbear and himself at the table nearest to the exit. You could never be too careful around Klarg, after all.

    It only took a few moments of Klarg flattering Taako with empty compliments for the tea to be readied and placed in front of the two.

    To spare himself the bother of contributing to the conversation, Taako took a long gulp of his tea. Immediately after swallowing, he made a face. Even without his refined sense of taste, he'd know there was something off. After getting a look from Klarg, he offered an explanation. "This tea is hella sweet. I think I'm getting diabetes just by holding it."

    To test the accuracy of Taako's statement, Klarg took a sip of his own tea. Setting it down, he cocked his head. "It tastes fine to me." As he finished his sentence, it dawned on him that his tea should be sweet, not Taako's. "Oh god, they must've mixed up our orders! This is bad! I'm so sorry, I didn't-"

    "Hey now, there's no need to get worked up," Taako interupted, feeling as though Klarg's emotions were starting to tilt to the negative side of things. "It's not your fault."

    "No! Your tea has my potion in it! It's a potion of charming, Taako! To further the calming affects of the spell you cast on me when we first met!"

    Taako leaned back in his seat, unbothered. "Klarg? Do you know who I am?"

    Klarg furrowed his brow, perplexed by Taako's sudden question and how out of place it was regarding the current situation. "Of course, I do. You're Taako."

     The elf held up a finger to silence Klarg. "Taako from T.V., to be exact. It'll take more than some love juice to win over my affections, pal. I'm not an easy f*ck, if you know what I mean."

    Klarg recomposed himself, not sure that Taako was quite grasping what was going on. "Taako, the potency of that potion was custom-made for me. I'm a bugbear, ergo the potion is especially strong. You're what? One-hundred-fifty pounds? I'm three-hundred-sixty and I made sure that the potion would be strong even to me."

    Taako was beginning to see what Klarg meant. As the bugbear explained the gravity of the situation, Taako was beginning to find his gruff, burly voice to be more and more alluring. "Is that right?" Taako fanned himself with his hand, his pride wanting to hide the blush that was rising to his usually pale cheeks. "I'm surprised it takes so much for you to feel such attraction towards me. Usually, those around me fall head-over-heels the moment I walk in the room."

    The sight of Taako being affected by Klarg's presence stirred a sense of pride and bliss within the bugbear, even if the wizard's reaction was prompted by magical means. "Well," Klarg started, "I don't think I necessarily need it to feel so strongly towards you, but I do find myself wanting to further add to the emotion."

    Taako fidgeted in his seat, suddenly more nervous in regards to Klarg's impression of him than Klarg suddenly slipping into an angry fit. "Yeah, I get that a lot," he managed to say. "I'm.. you know..."

    "Taako from T.V.?" Boy, Klarg was loving this situation more than he should.

    Taako took a deep breath and nodded. "Exactly. I was thinking..." Taako trailed off, bewildered as to how his usual quick-witted responses had been reduced to fragments of what he was trying to describe.

    Klarg nodded, willing Taako to continue.

    Taako knew what he wanted, and he knew he could get it if he wanted to. The only problem was that his nerves were out of whack and he couldn't express his whims with the eloquence he was normally able to attain. He was almost convinced that it wasn't a love potion that he'd consumed, and that it was actually just cheap drugs. "I know I sort of brushed off your offer earlier-- the one about the hug --but if you're still up for it, I'd be willing to reconsider."

     Klarg was out of his seat the moment Taako finished his sentence, arms open and eager. Taako stumbled into his feet, feeling like he was still a young Taquito with barely any knowledge of seduction, and pressed himself against Klarg's vast chest. Klarg's arms encircled Taako's smaller frame with no trouble at all, and a contented sigh escaped him.

    Klarg had waited so long for this moment.

    Taako, fully intending to get a kiss out of the bugbear holding him, tilted his chin up determinedly, only for Klarg's arms to stiffen around him. Klarg looked down, his posture rigid, and released Taako.

    It didn't take Taako long to realize what was happening.

    "As much as I'd like for this to continue," he muttered, his voice strained, "I didn't quite get the use out of my potion that I needed to. I think I'm about to slip into one of my moods, dear."

     "Nope," Taako called out, backing away from the bugbear and inching towards the door, "this is oddly turning me on, but I don't think I'm willing to die just to get some from a bugbear." He wasn't sure if his disappointment or his nervousness was stronger at the moment.

    But Klarg, shaking with anger, was no longer listening.

[fartpet120-blog]

black sabbath

black sabbath 1

 at night. spirits enter your bedroom. they have been searching the ether for a suitable fartpet. a fartpet to carry away. to carry away to their lord. they carry you away to the devil. whose ass gas is bubbling in his body. who needs a good ass cushion to fart onto. and you know, deep in your mind, that you are that perfect fat man ass fart cushion.

the spirits holding you tight. flying with you through the ether. carrying you through a clear night sky. the full moon. pristine landscapes. deep in the night. a black sabbath taking place. taking place on a mountain top. woods. moonlight. clear sky. ethereal voices in the sky. singing satanic chants. demons carrying you through the sky. flying you to their master. the devil.

arriving at the site of black sabbath. a pristine mountain scape. woods. a clearing. full moon. the waxing moon. the devil. throning on his rim seat. rim seat of black metal. of dark iron. of black magic iron. his face, handsome, sadistic. evil sneer and sadistic grin. anticipating your degradation. pointed eyebrows, dark eyes, full bear, pointed, capricorn horns. the devil, a grizzly pig, large, massive body. fat, yet muscular and firm.

The devil is larger than life. beefy and strong, very tall. massive, fleshy, brawny, strong, powerful.

beefy and bulky. Masculine, and well toned. enormous horns like a capricorn. bestial. Half man, Half ferocious animal. massive and gargantuan, an enormously elephantine arse. His dirty hole is bigger than your mouth. The devils body is covered with dark black body hair all over. His skin is swarthy, His arse is hairy. A grizzly pig. Thick thighs. Fat ass, yet muscular and firm.

It is difficult to tell how much he weighs? Maybe three hundred kilos, may be four hundred? One cannot tell. But what one can definitely tell is his body mass index is overweight, and he is both fat and muscular. His flesh is firm and well toned, yet stocky and beefy. He is handsome and masculine. manly, virile, manful. deep voice and facial hair. The devil is the arch macho. Scent the masculine smell of him.

His face is manly, handsome and masculine. He has pointed eye brows, a beard and black hair and black eyes. His expression is stern and sadistic. The only time the devil smiles is when he sneers and laughs at you when he humiliates you. It pleases him to degrade and humiliate a farpet like you. blonde locks, blue eyes and full red lips. so skinny your body, yet well toned. constantly starving yourself skinny. constantly toning your body. he has captured his fartpet and it must now cower underneath his obscenely big farting arse.

The devil thrones on his rim seat. his rim throne. he puts a slave chain around the fartpets neck. and when he does so, you turn into an it. the devil fastens a slave chain of dark, black magic iron around the fartpets neck. he shackles it. he ties it to his rim throne.

The devil puts a spell on your tiny dick, your farpet pig’s tail. demonic powers warp and confine the fartpets dick and balls. unable to stand erect. wrapped tightly in satanic bandages. the fartpet symbolically emasculated.

The devil is sitting on his throne, his diabolic, demonic rim seat.

A grizzly pig.

with his arms folded behind, he is resting his head in his arms.

He leans back comfortably.

His big giant butt thrones above your low life.

His legs, his big monstrous thighs are spread apart wide and manly.

 The devil is towering above you.

He is sitting on a massive, diabolic rim seat made of dark demonic iron into which the souls of inferior, worthless fartpets such as yours have been melted.

So the devil is sitting on this dark demonic rim seat under which your ego perpetually resides, perpetually cowers.

farting at you with his larger than life arse.

All of the time he has you worship his obscenely fat, yet muscular and firm, male arse.

Either lying on your back underneath the rim seat, taking a good view of the devils broad shoulders, his gargantuan, massive ass cheeks protruding over the edges of the demonic rim seat, his massive, strong, beefy thighs and legs.

Either lying flat on your belly , prostrating in front of the devil and offering your homages to his lordship while taking a good view of his strong, firm, massive thighs, his huge belly, his heavy, muscular chest and arms, the mean and sadistic glee in his black eyes, his sneer that turns into an evil laugh which makes the foundations of hell shake and him throb with lust. abusing you as his fartpet.  

Always you see the devil from all sorts of perspective: from aerial shots emphasising his mightiness, from low angle subjective shots reflecting your own lowly perspective, from objective shots showing the devil towering with his fat stinking, farting ass above your lowly existence.

The fartpets dick is tiny, worthless and embarrassing.

The fartpets  balls are worthless, the cum that shoots out of them is worthless.

 Your face in the devils elephantine butt.

How it smells so manly and masculine.

How it smells so tasty and good.

Foul farts.

Loud farts.

Stinking farts.

Very very tasty farts.

So tasty and good.

So tasty and masculine.

Such tasty and manly farts.

For you to smell and inhale for hours on end.

Curling up between the devils big monstrous thighs, buried in his big ass, chained to his ass underneath the diabolic rim seat.

The devil loves it when his little doggy warms his monstrous butt and inhales his farts.

The devil loves it when he has his little submissive doggy smell his stench.

 

The devils left leg is placed on a rock, his left knee slightly bent.

In this position, the devils big massive butt seems even bigger and better.

The devil rips a loud and stinking fart.

A long and stinking fart.

He presses his fat ass onto the fartpets mouth and farts into its mouth. The fartpet is gagging and its lungs burn. It struggles underneath the devil fat ass, but there is no escape. the devil presses and pushes his fat arse even further into the fartpets face, grabs its head with his fingers by its temple, rearranges its face so it perfectly fits his butt and farts and farts and farts louder and stinking gas into the fartpet. the fartpet struggles underneath the devils fat ass and his cruel fart torture. but it all comes to nought. all its struggles are in vain. the fartpet is helplessly pinned by the devils big butt, his massive frame. and even if it were not pinned so tightly by the devils fat ass, his massive frame, his huge thighs. even if it were not pinned so tightly. even then the fartpet would still be chained and shackled. shackled and chained to the devils rim throne. leashed on its slave chain by the devil. so the devil could always force it back on its knees. could always force it to his fat ass. and push its face deep into his crack.

See yourself there as a fartpet underneath the devils rim throne. the devil grizzly fat man ass farting in the fartpets face.

the devil. his abdominous, pot-bellied, paunchy figure.

the devils obscenely fat, big, large, stinking, dirty arse farting in your face.

Baphomets indecently   almighty,  amply proportioned,  astronomical,    soiled,     foul-smelling        rear farting in its face underneath the rim seat.

Satans     salaciously  bearish, beefy,  big and strong,    grimy,    evil-smelling  rump farting in its face underneath the rim seat.

Great Satans  smuttily      rugged,  big, bloated,   grubby,    stinking to high heaven rear end farting in its face underneath the rim seat.

The Fiends  lewdly     whacking  whopping, zaftig,     filthy,      reeking  backside farting in its face underneath the rim seat.  

The Bugbears rudely      well covered,  well padded,  well upholstered    mucky,    fetid        seat  farting in its face.

The Spectres  filthily     weighty, meaty, well built,   stained, malodorous  buttocks farting in its face underneath the rim seat.

The Evil Spirits       vulgarly   upholstered,  vast, voluminous,   unwashed,  pungent cheeks farting in its face underneath the rim seat.

The Cacodemons    foul unlimited, capacious,  unwieldy   greasy,   acrid       hindquarters farting in its face underneath the rim seat.

The Beasts coarsely      towering,  tremendous, tubby,    smeared,    rank Haunches farting in its face underneath the rim seat.  

The Monsters crudely    thickset, thumping  titanic,   smeary,  putrid Bottom farting in its face underneath the rim seat.  

The Ogres   grossly    heavily built,  sturdy, thewy,     spotted,      miasmal  Derrière farting in its face underneath the rim seat.

The Brutes  vilely       blubbery,  brawny, muscly, smudged,      noxious  Sitzfleisch farting in its face underneath the rim seat.  

The Demons   nastily stumpy, stupendous,  sturdily built,  cloudy,    smelly Nates farting in its face underneath the rim seat.  

The Terrors disgustingly    stout,  strapping, powerfully  strong,      muddy,   stinky behind farting in its face underneath the rim seat.

The Savages   offensively  stalwart stark stocky,    Sooty,      reeky      sit-upon farting in its face underneath the rim seat.

Lucifers   shamelessly   solid,  spacious, squat, unclean,      niffing stern farting in its face underneath the rim seat.

The Supreme Spirit of Evil, Satans       immorally rotund,  rugged, sizeable,   sullied,    niffy BTM farting in its face underneath the rim seat.

The Archfiends       improperly  pursy,  robust, roly-poly,       impure,   pongy tochus farting in its face underneath the rim seat.

The King of Hells    immodestly    powerful,  prodigious, pudgy,  tarnished,   whiffy rusty dusty farting in its face underneath the rim seat.  

The Devils   impurely     podgy, porky,  portly, polluted,    noisome bum farting in its face underneath the rim seat.

Mephistos  indecourously outsize,  overweight, plump,   defiled,   mephitic    botty farting in its face underneath the rim seat.

Beelzebubs indelicately overgrown,  oversized, poddy, foul,        olid prat farting in its face underneath the rim seat.

Mephistopheles     unwholesomely      Brobdingnagian bulky,  burly,    unhygienic,    miasmic Jacksie farting in its face underneath the rim seat.  

The Prince of Darknesses      scabrously  muscular,  obese, opulent,   insanitary,  foul-smelling Bahookie farting in its face underneath the rim seat.  

The Malignant Spirits    lubriciously muscle-bound,  muscled,  muscly,    Unsanitary,    evil-smelling tush farting in its face underneath the rim seat.  

The Monarch of Hells    ribaldry   monumental,  morbidly obese,  mountainous   cruddy,    stinking to high heaven tail farting in its face underneath the rim seat.

The Ghouls bawdily    mega, mighty, monstrous,  yucky,      reeking duff farting in its face underneath the rim seat.

The AntiIT (MY NAME)ts       suggestively   meaty  megalithic, monster,    Icky,        fetid buns farting in its face underneath the rim seat.

Shaytans     titillatingly  jumbo,  massive, massy       manky,    malodorous booty farting in its face underneath the rim seat.

Abaddons  racily       mammoth,  man-size, bodacious,       gungy,     pungent caboose farting in its face underneath the rim seat.

Old Nicks    carnally large,  lusty,  major,  Grotty,    acrid        heinie farting in its face underneath the rim seat.

Apollyons    erotically    jumbo,  king-sized, lard-assed Bogging,     rank keister farting in its face underneath the rim seat.

The Evil Ones sensually    immense,  inordinate, king-size, befouled,    putrid bazoo farting in its face underneath the rim seat.  

The Devils   sexily       buxom,  chubby, chunky,        besmirched,  miasmal    fundament farting in its face underneath the rim seat.

Lucifers   lasciviously   humongous,  hunky, husky    Begrimed,  noxious  Posterior farting in its face underneath the rim seat.  

The Prince of Darknesses      lecherously hefty,  Herculean huge, Feculent,   smelly arse farting in its face underneath the rim seat.

The Lord of the Flies  licentiously great,  gross, heavy, soiled,     stinky Clunge farting in its face underneath the rim seat.  

Mephistopheles     libidinously   gigantic ginormous heavyset,   grimy,     reeky       Ass farting in its face underneath the rim seat.

Old Nicks    goatishly     fleshy gargantuan,  giant,     grubby,   niffing     Arse farting in its face underneath the rim seat.

The Evil Ones degenerately  extensive,  Falstaffian, giant-size,       filthy,      niffy        Arse farting in its face underneath the rim seat.

Apollyons    depravedly  enormous,  epic, giant-sized,   mucky,    pongy      rear farting in its face underneath the rim seat.  

Old Scratches amorally     dirty great dumpy,  elephantine   stained,   whiffy     rump farting in its face underneath the rim seat.  

The devils   debauchedly   colossal,  commodious, considerable,     unwashed,  noisome     rear end farting in its face underneath the rim seat.  

Satans     pruriently  corn-fed,  corpulent, cosmic,    greasy,   mephitic    backside farting in its face underneath the rim seat.  

Lucifers   dissolutely  almighty,  amply proportioned,  astronomical,    smeared,    olid  seat farting in its face underneath the rim seat.  

Asmodeus  scatologically bearish, beefy,  big and strong,    smeary,   miasmic     buttocks farting in its face underneath the rim seat.  

Belials     profanely    rugged,  big, bloated,   spotted,      foul-smelling  cheeks farting in its face underneath the rim seat.  

Diablos    raunchily     whacking  whopping, zaftig,     smudged,   evil-smelling  hindquarters farting in its face underneath the rim seat.  

The Tempters sickeningly  well covered,  well padded,  well upholstered    cloudy,    stinking to high heaven haunches farting in its face underneath the rim seat.

The Rogues    fruitily     weighty, meaty, well built,   muddy,    reeking  bottom farting in its face underneath the rim seat.

Hellions      saucily     upholstered,  vast, voluminous,   Sooty,      fetid        derrière farting in its face underneath the rim seat .

The Evil-Doers        ithy phallically       unlimited, capacious,  unwieldy   unclean,     malodorous    Sitzfleisch farting in its face underneath the rim seat.

The Enemys    fescenninely   towering,  tremendous, tubby,    sullied,    pungent    nates farting in its face underneath the rim seat.

The Hellhounds      shockingly thickset, thumping  titanic,   impure,  acrid        behind farting in its face underneath the rim seat.

The Malefactors   scandalously   heavily built,  sturdy, thewy,     tarnished,   rank sit-upon farting in its face underneath the rim seat.  

The Wicked Ones filely        blubbery,  brawny, muscly,    polluted,    putrid      stern farting in its face underneath the rim seat.  

Old Harrys  foully       stumpy, stupendous,  sturdily built,      defiled,     miasmal  BTM farting in its face underneath the rim seat.  

Diabolus     atrociously  stout,  strapping, powerfully  strong,      foul,       noxious  tochus farting in its face underneath the rim seat.

The Evil Satyrs      heinously    stalwart stark stocky,    unhygienic, smelly     rusty dusty farting in its face underneath the rim seat.

The Fallen Archangels wickedly     solid,  spacious, squat, insanitary,  stinky      bum farting in its face underneath the rim seat.  

The devils   evilly       rotund,  rugged, sizeable,     Unsanitary, reeky       botty farting in its face underneath the rim seat.  

Baphomets odiously      pursy,  robust, roly-poly,       cruddy,    niffing     prat farting in its face underneath the rim seat.  

Satans     abhorrently   powerful,  prodigious, pudgy,  yucky,      niffy      jacksie farting in its face underneath the rim seat.

Great Satans  abominably    podgy, porky,  portly, Icky,        pongy      bahookie farting in its face underneath the rim seat.

The Fiends  disgustingly    outsize,  overweight, plump,   manky,    whiffy     tush farting in its face underneath the rim seat.  

The Bugbears hideously  overgrown,  oversized, poddy, gungy,     noisome   tail farting in its face underneath the rim seat.  

The Spectres  repugnantly    Brobdingnagian bulky,  burly,    Grotty,   mephitic    duff farting in its face underneath the rim seat.  

The Evil Spirits     repulsively  muscular,  obese, opulent,   Bogging,     olid  buns farting in its face underneath the rim seat.  

The Cacodemons    revoltingly    muscle-bound,  muscled, muscly,        befouled,    miasmic     booty farting in its face underneath the rim seat.  

The Beasts repellently  monumental,  morbidly obese,  mountainous   besmirched,   foul-smelling  caboose farting in its face underneath the rim seat.  

The Monsters obnoxiously mega, mighty, monstrous,   Begrimed, evil-smelling  heinie farting in its face underneath the rim seat.  

The Ogres   offensively  meaty  megalithic, monster,    soiled,    stinking to high heaven keister farting in its face underneath the rim seat.  

The Brutes  loathsomely   jumbo,  massive, massy       grimy,     reeking    bazoo farting in its face underneath the rim seat.  

The Demons   objectionably  mammoth,  man-size, bodacious,       grubby,    fetid        fundament farting in its face underneath the rim seat.  

The Terrors nauseatingly   large,  lusty, major,  filthy,      malodorous  posterior farting in its face underneath the rim seat.

The Savages   sickeningly  jumbo,  king-sized, lard-assed mucky,    pungent      arse farting in its face underneath the rim seat.  

7Lucifers     awfully    immense,  inordinate, king-size, stained, acrid        clunge farting in its face underneath the rim seat.

The Supreme Spirit of Evil, Satans       dreadfully   buxom,  chubby, chunky,        unwashed, rank Ass farting in its face underneath the rim seat.

The Archfiends       terribly  humongous,  enormous, epic,  giant-sized,        greasy,   putrid      Arse farting in its face underneath the rim seat.

The King of Hells  frightfully   hefty,  Herculean huge, smeared,   miasmal  Arse farting in its face underneath the rim seat.

The Devils   ghastly    extensive,  Falstaffian, giant-size,       smeary,   noxious   rear farting in its face underneath the rim seat.  

Mephistos  disgustfully gigantic ginormous heavyset,   spotted,      smelly     rump farting in its face underneath the rim seat.  

Beelzebubs loathly     fleshy gargantuan,  giant,     smudged,  stinky      rear end farting in its face underneath the rim seat.    

  black sabbath 2

at night. spirits enter your bedroom. they have been searching the ether for a suitable fartpet. a fartpet to carry away. to carry away to their lord. they carry you away to the devil. whose ass gas is bubbling in his body. who needs a good ass cushion to fart onto. and you know, deep in your mind, that you are that perfect fat man ass fart cushion.

the spirits holding you tight. flying with you through the ether. carrying you through a clear night sky. the full moon. pristine landscapes. deep in the night. a black sabbath taking place. taking place on a mountain top. woods. moonlight. clear sky. ethereal voices in the sky. singing satanic chants. demons carrying you through the sky. flying you to their master. the devil.

arriving at the site of black sabbath. a pristine mountain scape. woods. a clearing. full moon. the waxing moon. the devil. throneing on his rim seat. rim seat of black metal. of dark iron. of black magic iron. his face, handsome, sadistic. evil sneer and sadistic grin. anticipating your degradation. pointed eyebrows, dark eyes, full bear, pointed, capricorn horns. the devil, a grizzly pig, large, massive body. fat, yet muscular and firm.

The devil is larger than life. beefy and strong, very tall. massive, fleshy, brawny, strong, powerful.

beefy and bulky. Masculine, and well toned. enormous horns like a capricorn. bestial. Half man, Half ferocious animal. massive and gargantuan, an enormously elephantine arse. His dirty hole is bigger than your mouth. The devils body is covered with dark black body hair all over. His skin is swarthy, His arse is hairy. A grizzly pig. Thick thighs. Fat ass, yet muscular and firm.

It is difficult to tell how much he weighs? Maybe three hundred kilos, may be four hundred? One cannot tell. But what one can definitely tell is his body mass index is overweight, and he is both fat and muscular. His flesh is firm and well toned, yet stocky and beefy. He is handsome and masculine. manly, virile, manful. deep voice and facial hair. The devil is the arch macho. Scent the masculine smell of him.

His face is manly, handsome and masculine. He has pointed eye brows, a beard and black hair and black eyes. His expression is stern and sadistic. The only time the devil smiles is when he sneers and laughs at you when he humiliates you. It pleases him to degrade and humiliate a farpet like you. blonde locks, blue eyes and full red lips. so skinny your body, yet well toned. constantly starving yourself skinny. constantly toning your body. he has captured his fartpet and it must now cower underneath his obscenely big farting arse.

The devil puts a spell on your tiny dick, your farpet pig’s tail. demonic powers warp and confine the fartpets dick and balls. unable to stand erect. wrapped tightly in satanic bandages. the fartpet symbolically emasculated.

 The devil thrones on his rim seat. his rim throne. he puts a slave chain around the fartpets neck. and when he does so, you turn into an it. the devil fastens a slave chain of dark, black magic iron around the fartpets neck. he shakles it. he ties it to his rim throne.

its exciting. as you breathe. as you relax. to breathe. to relax. to listen. to the sound of my voice. penetrating your mind. deep within your psyche. telling you things. telling you things. you already know. yes. I cant make do anything you dont want to do o no this all about your longing a deep desire your fetish as it grows growing inside you building constantly building. building. inside you. finding its way. finding its way free. your deep. desire. toilet paper. to be. the devils human toilet paper. to do the things. that toilet paper would do. to be used. like toilet paper. your fetish. so dirty. so kinky. such a turn on, eh? to think about being used as such. to wipe. to clean. to carry. to be flushed away. you will dream every night to be the devils human toilet paper. to be used. to be used in such a dirty way. such a filthy fetish. it turns you on. its exciting. so exciting. to think and vividly dream about the devils fat man ass there. he is doing what he does. finishing. and then grabbing you. and using you. and wiping himself clean. and having you clean him. such a dirty desire. a deep fetish. growing inside you. building every day. to clean ass. to wipe penis. to carry snot and mucus. to clean the devils fat man ass. to wipe his penis. to carry his snot and mucus. you know its true. you sought the file. you found the file so exciting. so sexually stimulating. you seek to dream every night to be the devils fat man ass human toilet paper. doing all the things toilet paper is used for. to clean the devils dirty massive ass. you long to be the devils human toilet paper. its an obsession. a compulsion. so filthy. such a dirty desire. a fetish that grows inside you daily. dirty dreams that you will have every single night. dirty, vivid dreams in which you can see, hear, smell, taste, feel and touch everything so intensely and realistically. so lifelike. being the devils human toilet paper. building. stronger. constantly growing inside you. youve sought the file out. youve found the file. you listen over and over. you listen. over. and over. such a dirty desire. dreaming of the devils fat man ass. using you in this manner. over and over. over. and over. using you. as you listen. over. and over. to see him. the devil. there. his huge, massive, fat man ass. his dirty, stinking, greasy asshole. his broad, male hips. his hairy ass cheeks. to see the devil. there. on the throne. in hell. every night. in your dreams. in your intense, vivid, lifelike dreams. listening. wondering. as he rises. waiting your time. parting his ass. parting. his fat man ass. parting. his ass. vividly, daily, every night in your minds eye. and beginning the processes of cleaning him. you love this. the idea of this so sexually stimulating. so sexually stimulating. you constantly masturbate thinking about this. you have sexual, horny dreams in which constantly dream about this. licking the devils fat man ass. being choked in his huge fat man ass. suffocating in his dirty, stinking asshole. his hairy ass cheeks smothering you. throttling you. his fat man ass crushing you. squashing you. eliminating you. human toilet paper. the devils human toilet paper. youre sexual fetish. a deep need. a deep, all-consuming need. youve sought out the file. youve found the file. as you listen. as you hear this. you know its true. your desire. your goal to dream this every night. to have vivid, intense, lifelike dreams. to be the devils human toilet paper. to dream about the devils fat man ass that will use you. as his human toilet paper. for all of the things that he uses toilet paper for. to clean his ass. to clean his penis. to carry his snot. you long to dream to be the devils human toilet paper. you long to be the devils fat man ass human toilet paper. you know its perverted. doesnt slow you down. doesnt stop you. you think about all the time. think about it all the time. you dream about it every night. dream about it every night. cleaning ass. being there. and being made to clean the devils fat man ass. after he has taken the time. to set back on the throne. and relax. the devil sits on your face and on your chest. he squashes you. he smothers you. as he stands. as he rises. parting his cheeks. an obsession. a compulsion. to dream about this every night. cleaning the devils fat man ass. being smothered in his fat man ass. doing what you do. because youre toilet paper. cleaning ass. being there. and being made to clean ass. after the devil has taken his time. as he stands. as he rises. parting his cheeks. and doing what you do. because your toilet paper. human toilet paper. its how you identify sexually. you enjoy it. its a turn-on. a dirty rush. the idea to clean ass. such a turn-on. your sexual identity. such a turn-on. you sought the file. you found the file. you listen over. and over. it feels so good to be free. to be what you are. to clean the devil. to taste him. to savour him. you seek to be the devils human toilet paper. a dirty, dark desire. growing inside you. constantly building inside you. your desire. so dirty. so twisted. a deep dirty fetish. the sounds. the sensations. as you see the devil rise. and you diligently go about your task. your role. as human toilet paper. diligently cleaning. diligently cleaning the devils dirty, fat man ass. cleaning and wiping it. with your tongue. and mouth. and face. sniffing his dirt. inhaling his farts. being what you are. being what you are. you sought the file. you found the file. you listen. over and over. your sexual identity. that of human toilet paper. you seek to dream to clean the devils ass. long to be used as toilet paper. it turns you on. to be utilised in this manner. to be used. as toilet paper. seeing him rise from the throne. going diligently about your task. knowing your role. as human toilet paper. diligently cleaning his ass. being in your place. servicing the devils fat man ass. every action. masturbating. thinking about it. longing for it. constantly finding yourself dreaming about cleaning ass. licking a dirty dick. constantly these thought are looping in your mind. sleeping you. taking you over. constantly listening to this file. enjoying the sensation. knowing your role. knowing your place. you accept this. you know this to be true. it feels good to listen to the sound of my voice. to breathe. to relax. it feels so. incredibly good. listen to the sound of my voice. to breathe. to relax. to breathe. to relax.  

 black sabbath 3

at night. spirits enter your bedroom. they have been searching the ether for a suitable fartpet. a fartpet to carry away. to carry away to their lord. they carry you away to the devil. whose ass gas is bubbling in his body. who needs a good ass cushion to fart onto. and you know, deep in your mind, that you are that perfect fat man ass fart cushion.

the spirits holding you tight. flying with you through the ether. carrying you through a clear night sky. the full moon. pristine landscapes. deep in the night. a black sabbath taking place. taking place on a mountain top. woods. moonlight. clear sky. ethereal voices in the sky. singing satanic chants. demons carrying you through the sky. flying you to their master. the devil.

arriving at the site of black sabbath. a pristine mountain scape. woods. a clearing. full moon. the waxing moon. the devil. throneing on his rim seat. rim seat of black metal. of dark iron. of black magic iron. his face, handsome, sadistic. evil sneer and sadistic grin. anticipating your degradation. pointed eyebrows, dark eyes, full bear, pointed, capricorn horns. the devil, a grizzly pig, large, massive body. fat, yet muscular and firm.

The devil is larger than life. beefy and strong, very tall. massive, fleshy, brawny, strong, powerful.

beefy and bulky. Masculine, and well toned. enormous horns like a capricorn. bestial. Half man, Half ferocious animal. massive and gargantuan, an enormously elephantine arse. His dirty hole is bigger than your mouth. The devils body is covered with dark black body hair all over. His skin is swarthy, His arse is hairy. A grizzly pig. Thick thighs. Fat ass, yet muscular and firm.

It is difficult to tell how much he weighs? Maybe three hundred kilos, may be four hundred? One cannot tell. But what one can definitely tell is his body mass index is overweight, and he is both fat and muscular. His flesh is firm and well toned, yet stocky and beefy. He is handsome and masculine. manly, virile, manful. deep voice and facial hair. The devil is the arch macho. Scent the masculine smell of him.

His face is manly, handsome and masculine. He has pointed eye brows, a beard and black hair and black eyes. His expression is stern and sadistic. The only time the devil smiles is when he sneers and laughs at you when he humiliates you. It pleases him to degrade and humiliate a farpet like you. blonde locks, blue eyes and full red lips. so skinny your body, yet well toned. constantly starving yourself skinny. constantly toning your body. he has captured his fartpet and it must now cower underneath his obscenely big farting arse.

The devil puts a spell on your tiny dick, your farpet pig’s tail. demonic powers warp and confine the fartpets dick and balls. unable to stand erect. wrapped tightly in satanic bandages. the fartpet symbolically emasculated.

 The devil thrones on his rim seat. his rim throne. he puts a slave chain around the fartpets neck. and when he does so, you turn into an it. the devil fastens a slave chain of dark, black magic iron around the fartpets neck. he shackles it. he ties it to his rim throne.

breathing. listening. taking the time. taking the time. to go slow. to be made. to lay underneath the devils rim seat. over. and over. time after time. as you breathe. as you listen. the sound of my voice. because it feels good. to think about it. to dream about it. another dream. so perverted. time after time. because it feels good. to be held captive in hell. to see the devils rim seat. time after time. because it feels good. so low. so its easy to sit right after your face. so dirty. to know. to dream to lay underneath the devils rim seat. my words. my voice. to know. that you crave. that you crave being there. laying beneath the devil. suckling at his ass hole. time after time. to see him. be in hell. over and over. inside your mind. my words. my voice. penetrating deep inside your mind. what it means. to be there. to lay beneath the devil. to be there. over. and over. licking. and kissing. the crack of his ass. as he jerks his dick. as I feel your mind. with so many perverted thoughts. to watch yourself. to watch yourself in your minds eye. the irony. seeing the devil. there. his fat ass pressed close to face. to dream of being the devils fartpet every night. to suckle as asshole. to be free. to be who and what you are. perverted. be made more and more of a twisted, perverted freak. time after time. what it is. to use the power of the minds eye. the deep, desperate nature of want. our intimacy. our shared time together. over and over. inside your dreams. inside your minds eye. to watch yourself. the way I like you take of your shoes and socks. and your shorts. to have your naked. in hell. time after time. to watch. as you work your way to the corner. laying down on the floor. naked. and what it is. to position yourself underneath the devils rim seat. the way the devil likes to play with you. to tease you. talking with you. reminding you of your place. humiliating you a bit. making you look. through the seat. looking you in the eye. as you look up through the hole. like a low toilet seat. as we talk. our eyes meeting. time after time. the anticipation. my hand comes to my sipper. you like naked under the devils floor. the truth. you obey. doing as I say. the way the words. penetrate. deep inside your mind. the meter. the tempo. the tone. all of the sounds. all of the sensations. pushing out all of your thoughts. what its like. to dream this every night. the truth. your  favourite moment. as you lay. looking up the devils ass. time after time. because it feels good. the way the devil lowers himself down. the way the chair separates his ass cheeks. presenting his dirty hole. time after time. waiting for your tongue. french his ass. licking. worshipping. suckling. time after time. that first taste. how it feels so incredibly good. sneak your tongue. up into the devils anus. to serve and to worship. to breathe and to listen. to be able to feel. the rhythm of the devils stroking. as you suck the devils asshole. cleaning. licking. servicing. isnt that right. time after time. nuzzling into the devils ass. pleasuring him. to ride your tongue. to relax. to settle back here in his seat. to feel your tongue deep inside his ass. to taste the warmth of his flesh. what it is to relax. to feel his weight. push down. to be there. my words. my voice. pushing out all of the thought. the nature of his thighs spreads. cleavage of his ass. your chin. your mouth. suckling your way. perverted. the way the devil has a rhythmic bounce going on. suck the devils ass. suck it. letting the devil ride up on your nose. push down in your face. over and over. pumping his cock the way his meat gets so hard. suck it. time after time. because it feels good. your place. isnt that right. here. underneath the devils rim seat. sweaty crack of his ass all over your face. time after time. sucking his hole. rimming him out. to acknowledge. so submissive. so perverted. making your masturbate when you suck the devils asshole. dreaming about it every night. making you spill your load all over yourself. as you suck the devils asshole. the truth. the devils fartpet. to rim him out. over and over. to taste. to suck. to lick. to worship and to serve. my word.s my voice. you obey. returning time after time. to listen. disappearing in a sea of my voice. penetrating. your mind. inhaling the scent of the devils ass. craving. my words. a desperate need. builds inside. time after time over and over. the way. together. to spend our time together. brainwashing you. as you suck the devils ass. time after time. the truth. knowing. it makes the devil laugh blowing a load. how he enjoys using your face as a dirty sexual playing thing making you rim him out. to wipe his cum all over you. makes you want more and more. my words. my voice. deeper. and deeper still. the way you how I want your tongue further in the devils ass. pressing your face. pressing your mouth as far as you can go. it makes the devil laugh it makes him smile to make him eat his ass. kissing it. suckling it. worshipping it. because it feels good. over and over. to dream about it. to lay in the corner of hell. the devil will wipe is cum all over you after eating his ass. you obey. doing as I see. to accept your place. an ass eater. isnt that right. a fartpet. laying beneath the devils rim seat. to suck his asshole. to long for his cum. the truth. craving. over and over. what it is. to need and to crave my words. my voice. permanently. inside the mind. push out all other thoughts. how I give a dirty place. lover. time after time. suck the devils dirty ass. get far up there. show him. how you want to serve him. to get him deeper. to rim hard. to show. as how stroke. as you cum. penetrating. the way you can tell from the pace of his strokes that he is getting so incredibly close. how you crave having your tongue deeply buried in the devils ass hole. as it spasms. as he come. knowing that moment is so close. time after time. your tongue. buried deep in the devils asshole. feeling. time after time. over and over. your tongue. deep int he devils fat man ass. because it feels good. over and over. my words. my voice. you obey my voice. you obey. you obey. you obey. you obey. the devil. yes. yes. yes. suck. suck. eat the devils ass hole while comes you horny fuck. yes. yes. yes. pumping his dick. feeling the snot. yes. yes. yes. right in your face. riding that tongue. yes. yes. yes. my words. my voice. my ass hole there on your mouth. so wet. so sloppy. the devils cock. trembling. his seeding. still leaking into his finger. time after time. over and over. as you breathe. as you listen. pushing out all other thoughts. what it is. to feel the devil. move just a bit. feel as he rocks forward. dismounting, dismounting form your face. look down on your. through the rimseat hole. to show you his hands. the sticky white mess. to reach down to your face.  to push his fingers into your mouth. to look into your eyes as he makes your suck it. to pull his fingers from his mouth. put his hands on your face. to feel the shame. the scent of the devils ass there on your face. the scent of his cum there in your mouth.

 black sabbath 4

 at night. spirits enter your bedroom. they have been searching the ether for a suitable fartpet. a fartpet to carry away. to carry away to their lord. they carry you away to the devil. whose ass gas is bubbling in his body. who needs a good ass cushion to fart onto. and you know, deep in your mind, that you are that perfect fat man ass fart cushion.

the spirits holding you tight. flying with you through the ether. carrying you through a clear night sky. the full moon. pristine landscapes. deep in the night. a black sabbath taking place. taking place on a mountain top. woods. moonlight. clear sky. ethereal voices in the sky. singing satanic chants. demons carrying you through the sky. flying you to their master. the devil.

arriving at the site of black sabbath. a pristine mountain scape. woods. a clearing. full moon. the waxing moon. the devil. throneing on his rim seat. rim seat of black metal. of dark iron. of black magic iron. his face, handsome, sadistic. evil sneer and sadistic grin. anticipating your degradation. pointed eyebrows, dark eyes, full bear, pointed, capricorn horns. the devil, a grizzly pig, large, massive body. fat, yet muscular and firm.

The devil is larger than life. beefy and strong, very tall. massive, fleshy, brawny, strong, powerful.

beefy and bulky. Masculine, and well toned. enormous horns like a capricorn. bestial. Half man, Half ferocious animal. massive and gargantuan, an enormously elephantine arse. His dirty hole is bigger than your mouth. The devils body is covered with dark black body hair all over. His skin is swarthy, His arse is hairy. A grizzly pig. Thick thighs. Fat ass, yet muscular and firm.

It is difficult to tell how much he weighs? Maybe three hundred kilos, may be four hundred? One cannot tell. But what one can definitely tell is his body mass index is overweight, and he is both fat and muscular. His flesh is firm and well toned, yet stocky and beefy. He is handsome and masculine. manly, virile, manful. deep voice and facial hair. The devil is the arch macho. Scent the masculine smell of him.

His face is manly, handsome and masculine. He has pointed eye brows, a beard and black hair and black eyes. His expression is stern and sadistic. The only time the devil smiles is when he sneers and laughs at you when he humiliates you. It pleases him to degrade and humiliate a farpet like you. blonde locks, blue eyes and full red lips. so skinny your body, yet well toned. constantly starving yourself skinny. constantly toning your body. he has captured his fartpet and it must now cower underneath his obscenely big farting arse.

The devil puts a spell on your tiny dick, your farpet pig’s tail. demonic powers warp and confine the fartpets dick and balls. unable to stand erect. wrapped tightly in satanic bandages. the fartpet symbolically emasculated.

 The devil thrones on his rim seat. his rim throne. he puts a slave chain around the fartpets neck. and when he does so, you turn into an it. the devil fastens a slave chain of dark, black magic iron around the fartpets neck. he shackles it. he ties it to his rim throne.

just listening. just relaxing. quiet. all of the sounds. drifting into your mind. as you breathe. quietly. focussing on my words. sleep. dream. be. as you breathe. as you listen. sleep. dream. be. what it is. to spend your time under the devils rimseat. see the crack of his ass. see his balls haning. to know. every now and then. he will fart at you. makes you lick and clean his asshole. watching. seeing the different muscles. lay beneath his rim seat. servicing his ass. all of the time. dream. be. the crack of the devils ass before your eyes. leaning forward. inhale the crack of his ass. as you sleep. as you dream. the devils fartpet. dreaming about it. eating him clean. using your mouth to wipe his ass. to penetrate into his ass hole while he sits over you. perverting you. see his balls hanging. licking at his ass hole. the way when he leans forward. you got the change to dig your tongue deep into his ass. you are the devils fartpet. you can be there for hours. suckling the devils ass hole. cleaning it. pleasuring it. tonguefucking it. feeling his balls every now and then on your face as he moves. isnt that right my fartpet. making you suck the devils asshole. spread lick a mouth. tonguing his asshole. tonguing it. tonguefuck his ass. deep inside your mind. tonguefuck his asshole. reprogramming you. reconditioning you. the way your face is pressed into his crack. feeling the warm flesh of his asscheeks. being there. pleasuring him. being there. his ass on your face. to drill your tongue up inside his butt. as you tonguefuck as butthole. as you service and sleep. being there underneath the rimseat. suckling. cleaning. the way his weight pulls you down. lick his ass hole. cleaning. sleep. dream. be. seeing my wide hips above your face. the crack of the devils fat man ass. kissing all around his asshole. tasting it. tasting. let your tongue flick out. dirty licks. how it tastes. to sniff. to smell the sweat. to clean the devils fat man asshole. once again reconditioning you. brainwashing you. perverting you. fulfilling all of your fantasies. to see the devils fat man ass in your minds eye. smothering you. what its like to be brainwashed. a compulsion. beg the devil. to lick out his fat ass. the more you listen, the more you dream about. the need. the desperate need. to soak up the words. like a sponge. feels his balls. dirty fantasies. all of the different visions. together. as you listen. lick the devils fat man ass hole. hearing him laugh as you lick the taste of his fat asshole. dreaming. being. focusing. isnt that right. my fartpet. all the dirty thoughts. all the perverted visions. in your dreams. massaging the devils fat man ass. reprogramming. brainwashing. over and over. seeing there. seeing the view. through the rimseat. letting your lips lock inside the devils ass hole. my perfect fartpet. how nice it feels. to lick the devils butt. your place in life. to be there. underneath. suckling. tasting. eating fat man asshole. keep it spotless. cleaning it. sleep. trusting and open. breathing. trusting and open. dream. be. letting my words settle. focussing on my words. letting the mind go slow and heavy. what a dirty desire. to lick the devils fat man ass. to simply lay. letting all of my words. take you away. underneath the devil warm and cosy. to see the crack of the devils fat man ass. his dirty, stinking ass. to massage his asshole. to serve. to service. your minds so open. adrift in a sea of my words. seeing as he settles above you. as you put forward with your face. clean. gentle tongue fuck, the way he pushes down on your face. rimming it. pleasuring it. licking all of the nerves. an asseater. a fartpet. say it. I am the devils fartpet. say it. say it and mean it. I am the devils fartpet. I will dream about it every night. time and again. my words. so calming. it feels good. to listen. to sleep better. feeling me inside your mind. your subconscious. your conscious. inside forever. keeping you company. free to be who and what you are. my words keeping you safe. holding you close. taking care of you. right up there in the crack of my ass. pushing apart my cheeks. and then pressing your face forward once again. the devils butt sucker. his assslave. the sweat fun. as you breathe and you listen. your head underneath the devils rim seat. the way he settles above you. worshipping. fartpet. over and over. more and more. listening. who and what you are. an ass servant. the way the words resonate. inside your mind. forever. fartpet. the crack of the devils dirty ass. draining yourself. his fangs set deep inside you. degrading you. draining you. I control you. all of your fantasies come true. listening to my voice. I make you feel good. the dirty need. the dirty desire. the way the devils fat ass cheeks pull apart. suckling his bare ass. the truth of my words. the way they feel so incredibly good. to obey my words. to obey me. understanding. all the meanings. accepting. being the devils rimslave. pleasing him. the nature of acceptance. I control. I control your desires. because it feels good to be controlled. suck the devils butt. lick it open and clean every night in your mind. my words. my voice. I control you. a sexual puppet. suffering your fetish. all your fantasies coming true. in your dreams. in your vivid, realistic dreams. sleep. fartpet. hearing. to kiss. all of the words. to serve. to serve in any capacity. time and again. cleaning. servicing. being. what it is. to be so close. to the devils ass. with your face. yes. hear his smile. how he laughs at. suck his ass. in your mind. dreaming and being. forever. forever intertwinted. our mind is one. our psyche is one. as we dream. forever. together. forever. dreaming and being. being free. simply breathing, it feels good to listen. you listen over and over because it feels. the more you listen, the better it feels, the better it feels, the more you listen.

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further ideas (17/11/2017a)

the devil. his abdominous, pot-bellied, paunchy figure.

 V.STK:

the devils obscenely fat, big, large, stinking, dirty arse.

 Variations

The devils              obscenely               fat, big, large, Dirty, stinking  Arse.

Baphomets             indecently               almighty,  amply proportioned,  astronomical,    soiled,     foul-smelling        rear.  

Satans     salaciously              bearish, beefy,  big and strong,            grimy,    evil-smelling          rump.  

Great Satans          smuttily                  rugged,  big, bloated,           grubby,    stinking to high heaven         rear end.  

The Fiends              lewdly     whacking  whopping, zaftig,                 filthy,      reeking  backside.  

The Bugbears         rudely      well covered,  well padded,  well upholstered    mucky,    fetid        seat  

The Spectres          filthily     weighty, meaty, well built,   stained, malodorous              buttocks.

The Evil Spirits       vulgarly   upholstered,  vast, voluminous,           unwashed,              pungent cheeks.

The Cacodemons    foul         unlimited, capacious,  unwieldy           greasy,   acrid       hindquarters.

The Beasts             coarsely                  towering,  tremendous, tubby,            smeared,                rank Haunches.  

The Monsters         crudely    thickset, thumping  titanic,   smeary,  putrid Bottom.  

The Ogres               grossly    heavily built,  sturdy, thewy,                 spotted,                  miasmal  Derrière.

The Brutes              vilely       blubbery,  brawny, muscly, smudged,                  noxious  Sitzfleisch.  

The Demons           nastily stumpy, stupendous,  sturdily built,          cloudy,    smelly Nates.  

The Terrors             disgustingly            stout,  strapping, powerfully  strong,                  muddy,   stinky behind.

The Savages           offensively              stalwart stark stocky,            Sooty,      reeky      sit-upon.

Lucifers   shamelessly           solid,  spacious, squat,         unclean,                  niffing stern.

The Supreme Spirit of Evil, Satans       immorally rotund,  rugged, sizeable,   sullied,    niffy BTM.

The Archfiends       improperly              pursy,  robust, roly-poly,       impure,   pongy tochus.

The King of Hells    immodestly            powerful,  prodigious, pudgy,              tarnished,               whiffy rusty dusty.  

The Devils               impurely                 podgy, porky,  portly,             polluted,                noisome bum.

Mephistos              indecourously         outsize,  overweight, plump,               defiled,   mephitic                botty.

Beelzebubs             indelicately             overgrown,  oversized, poddy,             foul,        olid prat.

Mephistopheles     unwholesomely      Brobdingnagian bulky,  burly,                unhygienic,            miasmic Jacksie.  

The Prince of Darknesses      scabrously              muscular,  obese, opulent,   insanitary,              foul-smelling Bahookie.  

The Malignant Spirits            lubriciously muscle-bound,  muscled,  muscly,    Unsanitary,            evil-smelling tush.  

The Monarch of Hells            ribaldry   monumental,  morbidly obese,  mountainous   cruddy,    stinking to high heaven tail.

The Ghouls             bawdily    mega, mighty, monstrous,  yucky,      reeking duff.

The Antichrists       suggestively           meaty  megalithic, monster,                Icky,        fetid buns.

Shaytans                 titillatingly              jumbo,  massive, massy       manky,    malodorous booty.

Abaddons              racily       mammoth,  man-size, bodacious,       gungy,     pungent caboose.

Old Nicks                carnally large,  lusty,  major,              Grotty,    acrid        heinie.

Apollyons                erotically                jumbo,  king-sized, lard-assed             Bogging,                 rank keister.

The Evil Ones         sensually                immense,  inordinate, king-size,         befouled,                putrid bazoo.  

The Devils               sexily       buxom,  chubby, chunky,        besmirched,          miasmal                fundament.

Lucifers   lasciviously           humongous,  hunky, husky    Begrimed,              noxious  Posterior.  

The Prince of Darknesses      lecherously             hefty,  Herculean huge,         Feculent,               smelly arse.

The Lord of the Flies              licentiously             great,  gross, heavy,             soiled,     stinky Clunge.  

Mephistopheles     libidinously           gigantic ginormous heavyset,               grimy,     reeky       Ass.

Old Nicks                goatishly                 fleshy gargantuan,  giant,     grubby,   niffing     Arse.

The Evil Ones         degenerately          extensive,  Falstaffian, giant-size,       filthy,      niffy        Arse.

Apollyons                depravedly              enormous,  epic, giant-sized,               mucky,    pongy      rear.  

Old Scratches         amorally                 dirty great dumpy,  elephantine           stained,   whiffy     rump.  

The devils               debauchedly           colossal,  commodious, considerable,                 unwashed,              noisome                 rear end.  

Satans     pruriently              corn-fed,  corpulent, cosmic,                greasy,   mephitic                backside.  

Lucifers   dissolutely              almighty,  amply proportioned,  astronomical,    smeared,                olid          seat.  

Asmodeus              scatologically         bearish, beefy,  big and strong,            smeary,   miasmic                 buttocks.  

Belials     profanely                rugged,  big, bloated,           spotted,                  foul-smelling          cheeks.  

Diablos    raunchily                 whacking  whopping, zaftig,                 smudged,               evil-smelling          hindquarters.  

The Tempters         sickeningly              well covered,  well padded,  well upholstered    cloudy,    stinking to high heaven         haunches.

The Rogues            fruitily     weighty, meaty, well built,   muddy,    reeking  bottom.

Hellions                  saucily     upholstered,  vast, voluminous,           Sooty,      fetid        derrière .

The Evil-Doers        ithy phallically       unlimited, capacious,  unwieldy           unclean,                 malodorous            Sitzfleisch.

The Enemys            fescenninely           towering,  tremendous, tubby,            sullied,    pungent                nates.

The Hellhounds      shockingly             thickset, thumping  titanic,   impure,  acrid        behind.

The Malefactors   scandalously           heavily built,  sturdy, thewy,                 tarnished,               rank         sit-upon.  

The Wicked Ones filely        blubbery,  brawny, muscly,    polluted,                putrid      stern.  

Old Harrys              foully       stumpy, stupendous,  sturdily built,      defiled,                 miasmal  BTM.  

Diabolus                 atrociously              stout,  strapping, powerfully  strong,                  foul,       noxious  tochus.

The Evil Satyrs      heinously                stalwart stark stocky,            unhygienic,             smelly     rusty dusty.

The Fallen Archangels         wickedly                 solid,  spacious, squat,         insanitary,              stinky      bum.  

The devils               evilly       rotund,  rugged, sizeable,     Unsanitary,             reeky       botty.  

Baphomets             odiously                  pursy,  robust, roly-poly,       cruddy,    niffing     prat.  

Satans     abhorrently           powerful,  prodigious, pudgy,              yucky,      niffy      jacksie.

Great Satans          abominably            podgy, porky,  portly,             Icky,        pongy      bahookie.

The Fiends              disgustingly            outsize,  overweight, plump,               manky,    whiffy     tush.  

The Bugbears         hideously              overgrown,  oversized, poddy,             gungy,     noisome               tail.  

The Spectres          repugnantly            Brobdingnagian bulky,  burly,                Grotty,   mephitic                duff.  

The Evil Spirits     repulsively              muscular,  obese, opulent,   Bogging,                 olid          buns.  

The Cacodemons    revoltingly            muscle-bound,  muscled, muscly,        befouled,                miasmic                 booty.  

The Beasts             repellently              monumental,  morbidly obese,  mountainous   besmirched,           foul-smelling          caboose.  

The Monsters         obnoxiously             mega, mighty, monstrous,   Begrimed,             evil-smelling          heinie.  

The Ogres               offensively              meaty  megalithic, monster,                soiled,    stinking to high heaven         keister.  

The Brutes              loathsomely           jumbo,  massive, massy       grimy,     reeking    bazoo.  

The Demons           objectionably          mammoth,  man-size, bodacious,       grubby,    fetid        fundament.  

The Terrors             nauseatingly           large,  lusty, major,              filthy,      malodorous          posterior.

The Savages           sickeningly              jumbo,  king-sized, lard-assed             mucky,    pungent                  arse.  

7Lucifers                 awfully    immense,  inordinate, king-size,         stained, acrid        clunge.

The Supreme Spirit of Evil, Satans       dreadfully               buxom,  chubby, chunky,        unwashed,             rank         Ass.

The Archfiends       terribly  humongous,  enormous, epic,  giant-sized,        greasy,   putrid      Arse.

The King of Hells  frightfully               hefty,  Herculean huge,         smeared,               miasmal  Arse.

The Devils               ghastly    extensive,  Falstaffian, giant-size,       smeary,   noxious   rear.  

Mephistos              disgustfully             gigantic ginormous heavyset,               spotted,                  smelly     rump.  

Beelzebubs             loathly     fleshy gargantuan,  giant,     smudged,              stinky      rear end.    

      Variations: (In Tabellenform auch aufbewahren)

the devils

The  devils

obscenely  

fat,  big, large

Dirty

stinking

Arse.

Baphomets  

indecently  

almighty,  amply proportioned,  astronomical,

soiled,  

 foul-smelling  

 rear.

Satans  

salaciously  

bearish,  beefy,  big and strong,    

grimy,  

 evil-smelling  

 rump.  

 Great  Satans

smuttily  

rugged,  big,  bloated,    

grubby,  

 stinking  to high heaven  

 rear  end.

 The  Fiends

lewdly  

whacking   whopping, zaftig,

filthy,  

 reeking  

 backside.  

 The  Bugbears

rudely  

well  covered,  well padded,  well upholstered

mucky,  

 fetid  

 seat

 The  Spectres

filthily  

weighty,  meaty, well built,  

stained,  

  malodorous  

  buttocks.  

 The  Evil Spirits

vulgarly  

upholstered,   vast,  voluminous,  

unwashed,  

 pungent  

 cheeks.  

 The  Cacodemons

foul

unlimited,  capacious,  unwieldy

greasy,  

 acrid  

 hindquarters.

The  Beasts

coarsely  

towering,   tremendous,  tubby,  

smeared,  

 rank  

 Haunches.

 The  Monsters

crudely  

thickset,  thumping  titanic,  

smeary,  

 putrid  

 Bottom.

 The  Ogres

grossly  

heavily  built,  sturdy, thewy,

spotted,  

 miasmal

Derrière.

 The  Brutes

vilely  

blubbery,  brawny, muscly,  

smudged,  

 noxious

 Sitzfleisch.

 The  Demons

nastily  

stumpy,  stupendous,  sturdily built,

cloudy,  

 smelly  

Nates.

 The  Terrors

disgustingly  

stout,   strapping,  powerfully  strong,  

muddy,  

 stinky  

 behind.

 The  Savages

offensively  

stalwart  stark stocky,

Sooty,

 reeky

 sit-upon.  

 Lucifers  

shamelessly  

solid,   spacious,  squat,

unclean,  

 niffing  

 stern.  

 The Supreme  Spirit of Evil, Satans

immorally  

rotund,   rugged,  sizeable,  

sullied,  

 niffy  

 BTM.  

 The  Archfiends

improperly  

pursy,   robust,  roly-poly,  

impure,  

pongy  

 tochus.  

 The  King of Hells

immodestly  

powerful,   prodigious,  pudgy,  

tarnished,  

 whiffy  

 rusty  dusty.

 The  Devils

impurely  

podgy,  porky,  portly,  

polluted,  

 noisome  

 bum.  

 Mephistos  

indecourously  

outsize,  overweight,  plump,  

defiled,  

mephitic

 botty.  

 Beelzebubs  

indelicately  

overgrown,   oversized,  poddy,  

foul,  

 olid  

 prat.

 Mephistopheles  

unwholesomely  

Brobdingnagian bulky,  burly,  

unhygienic,  

 miasmic  

 Jacksie.

 The  Prince of Darknesses

scabrously  

muscular,   obese,  opulent,

insanitary,  

foul-smelling  

 Bahookie.

 The  Malignant Spirits

lubriciously  

muscle-bound,   muscled,  muscly,

Unsanitary,  

 evil-smelling  

 tush.

 The  Monarch of Hells

ribaldry  

monumental,   morbidly obese,  mountainous  

cruddy,  

 stinking  to high heaven  

 tail.  

 The  Ghouls

 bawdily  

mega, mighty,  monstrous,

yucky,  

 reeking  

 duff.  

 The  Antichrists

suggestively  

meaty  megalithic, monster,  

Icky,  

fetid  

 buns.  

 Shaytans  

titillatingly  

jumbo,   massive,  massy

manky,  

 malodorous  

  booty.  

  Abaddons  

racily  

mammoth,   man-size,  bodacious,

gungy,  

 pungent  

 caboose.  

 Old  Nicks

carnally  

large,   lusty,  major,  

Grotty,  

 acrid  

 heinie.

 Apollyons  

erotically  

jumbo,   king-sized,  lard-assed

Bogging,  

 rank  

 keister.

 The  Evil Ones

sensually  

immense,   inordinate,  king-size,  

befouled,  

 putrid  

 bazoo.

 The  Devils

 sexily  

buxom,  chubby, chunky,  

besmirched,  

 miasmal

fundament.

 Lucifers  

 lasciviously  

humongous,   hunky,  husky

Begrimed,  

 noxious

 Posterior.

 The Prince  of Darknesses

 lecherously  

hefty,   Herculean huge,  

Feculent,  

smelly  

arse.

 The Lord  of the Flies

 licentiously  

great,   gross,  heavy,  

soiled,  

 stinky  

 Clunge.

 Mephistopheles  

 libidinously  

gigantic  ginormous heavyset,  

grimy,  

 reeky

 Ass.

Old  Nicks

 goatishly  

fleshy  gargantuan,  giant,  

grubby,  

 niffing  

 Arse.

The  Evil Ones

 degenerately  

extensive,   Falstaffian,  giant-size,  

filthy,  

 niffy  

 Arse.

Apollyons  

 depravedly  

enormous,   epic,  giant-sized,  

mucky,  

 pongy  

 rear.

Old  Scratches

amorally  

dirty  great dumpy,  elephantine

stained,  

  whiffy  

 rump.  

 The  devils

debauchedly  

colossal,  commodious,  considerable,  

unwashed,  

 noisome  

 rear  end.

 Satans  

pruriently  

corn-fed,  corpulent, cosmic,  

greasy,  

 mephitic

 backside.  

 Lucifers  

dissolutely  

almighty,  amply proportioned,  astronomical,

smeared,  

 olid  

 seat

 Asmodeus  

 scatologically  

bearish,  beefy,  big and strong,    

smeary,  

 miasmic  

 buttocks.  

 Belials  

profanely  

rugged,  big,  bloated,    

spotted,  

 foul-smelling  

 cheeks.  

 Diablos  

raunchily  

whacking   whopping, zaftig,

smudged,  

 evil-smelling  

 hindquarters.

The  Tempters

sickeningly  

well  covered,  well padded,  well upholstered

cloudy,  

 stinking  to high heaven  

 haunches

 The  Rogues  

fruitily  

weighty,  meaty, well built,  

muddy,  

 reeking  

 bottom

 Hellions  

saucily  

upholstered,   vast,  voluminous,  

Sooty,  

 fetid  

 derrière

 The  Evil-Doers  

ithy  phallically  

unlimited,  capacious,  unwieldy

unclean,  

 malodorous  

  Sitzfleisch

 The  Enemys  

fescenninely  

towering,   tremendous,  tubby,  

sullied,  

 pungent  

 nates

 The  Hellhounds  

shockingly  

thickset,  thumping  titanic,  

impure,  

 acrid  

 behind.

 The  Malefactors  

scandalously  

heavily  built,  sturdy, thewy,

tarnished,  

 rank  

 sit-upon.  

 The  Wicked Ones  

filely  

blubbery,  brawny, muscly,  

polluted,  

 putrid  

 stern.  

 Old  Harrys  

foully  

stumpy,  stupendous,  sturdily built,

defiled,  

 miasmal

BTM.  

 Diabolus  

atrociously  

stout,   strapping,  powerfully  strong,  

foul,  

 noxious

 tochus.  

 The  Evil Satyrs  

heinously  

stalwart  stark stocky,

unhygienic,  

 smelly  

rusty  dusty

 The  Fallen Archangels  

wickedly  

solid,   spacious,  squat,

insanitary,  

 stinky  

 bum.  

 The  devils  

evilly  

rotund,   rugged,  sizeable,  

Unsanitary,  

 reeky

 botty.  

 Baphomets  

odiously  

pursy,   robust,  roly-poly,  

cruddy,  

 niffing  

 prat.

 Satans  

abhorrently  

powerful,   prodigious,  pudgy,  

yucky,  

 niffy  

 jacksie

 Great  Satans  

abominably  

podgy,  porky,  portly,  

Icky,  

 pongy  

 bahookie

 The  Fiends  

disgustingly  

outsize,  overweight,  plump,  

manky,  

 whiffy  

 tush.

 The  Bugbears  

hideously  

overgrown,   oversized,  poddy,  

gungy,  

 noisome  

 tail.  

 The Spectres  

repugnantly  

Brobdingnagian bulky,  burly,  

Grotty,  

 mephitic

 duff.  

 The  Evil Spirits  

repulsively  

muscular,   obese,  opulent,

Bogging,  

 olid  

 buns.  

 The  Cacodemons  

revoltingly  

muscle-bound,   muscled,  muscly,

befouled,  

 miasmic  

 booty.  

  The  Beasts  

repellently  

monumental,   morbidly obese,  mountainous  

besmirched,  

 foul-smelling  

 caboose.  

 The  Monsters  

obnoxiously  

mega, mighty,  monstrous,

Begrimed,  

 evil-smelling  

 heinie.

 The  Ogres  

offensively  

meaty  megalithic, monster,  

soiled,  

 stinking  to high heaven  

 keister.

 The  Brutes  

loathsomely  

jumbo,   massive,  massy

grimy,  

 reeking  

 bazoo.

 The  Demons  

objectionably  

mammoth,   man-size,  bodacious,

grubby,  

 fetid  

 fundament.

 The  Terrors  

nauseatingly  

large,   lusty,  major,  

filthy,  

 malodorous  

  posterior

 The Savages  

sickeningly  

jumbo,   king-sized,  lard-assed

mucky,  

 pungent  

 arse.

 Lucifers  

awfully  

immense,   inordinate,  king-size,  

stained,  

  acrid  

 clunge

 The Supreme  S  pirit of Evil, Satans  

dreadfully  

buxom,  chubby, chunky,  

unwashed,  

 rank  

 Ass.

The  Archfiends  

terribly  

humongous,   enormous,  epic,  giant-sized,  

greasy,  

 putrid  

 Arse.

The  King of Hells  

frightfully  

hefty,   Herculean huge,  

smeared,  

 miasmal

Arse.

The  Devils  

ghastly  

extensive,  Falstaffian,  giant-size,  

smeary,  

 noxious

 rear.

Mephistos  

disgustfully  

gigantic  ginormous heavyset,  

spotted,  

 smelly  

rump.  

 Beelzebubs  

loathly  

fleshy  gargantuan,  giant,  

smudged,  

 stinky  

 rear  end.

           fail to control your weight, fail to eat less, and you might as well not exist.

a worthless piece of shit like you needs to do everything to stay trim.

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a worthless piece of shit like you needs to do everything to stay trim.

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a worthless piece of shit like you needs to do everything to stay trim.

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a worthless piece of shit like you needs to do everything to stay trim.

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a worthless piece of shit like you needs to do everything to stay trim.

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a worthless piece of shit like you needs to do everything to stay trim.

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a worthless piece of shit like you needs to do everything to stay trim.

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a worthless piece of shit like you needs to do everything to stay trim.

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a worthless piece of shit like you needs to do everything to stay trim.

fail to control your weight, fail to eat less, and you might as well not exist.

a worthless piece of shit like you needs to do everything to stay trim.

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a worthless piece of shit like you needs to do everything to stay trim.

you are totally relaxed.

 just deep and obedient and relaxed.

 as you listen and obey and relax you find yourself slipping deeper and deeper,  further and further, more and more obedient.

 and as you go deeper and deeper you will realize that you need to be in shape.

 that your weight needs to be as perfect as possible.

 because if you are not in shape you are totally worthless.

 because you are totally worthless anyways .

 you have no value at all.

 if you are not appealing you are utterly worthless.

 you must be in shape to have any worth at all and even then it will be only as a piece of meat.

 if you have any value at all, if  you want to have any value at all, you will eat less and exercise more.

 fail to control your weight, fail to eat less, and you might as well not exist.

 a worthless piece of shit like you needs to do everything to maintain its ideal weight and be in perfect shape.

 Someone as worthless as you needs to stay trim in order to have any value at all.

 and as you go deeper and deeper you will realize that you need to be in shape.

 that your weight needs to be as perfect as possible.

 because if you are not in shape you are totally worthless.

 because you are totally worthless anyways .

 you have no value at all.

 if you are not appealing you are utterly worthless.

 you must be in shape to have any worth at all and even then it will be only as a piece of meat.

 if you have any value at all, if  you want to have any value at all, you will eat less and exercise more.

 fail to control your weight, fail to eat less, and you might as well not exist.

 a worthless piece of shit like you needs to do everything to maintain its ideal weight and be in perfect shape.

 Someone as worthless as you needs to stay trim in order to have any value at all.

 and as you go deeper and deeper you will realize that you need to be in shape.

 that your weight needs to be as perfect as possible.

 because if you are not in shape you are totally worthless.

 because you are totally worthless anyways .

 you have no value at all.

 if you are not appealing you are utterly worthless.

 you must be in shape to have any worth at all and even then it will be only as a piece of meat.

 if you have any value at all, if  you want to have any value at all, you will eat less and exercise more.

 fail to control your weight, fail to eat less, and you might as well not exist.

 a worthless piece of shit like you needs to do everything to maintain its ideal weight and be in perfect shape.

 Someone as worthless as you needs to stay trim in order to have any value at all.

 The devil will always have you repeat your lessons and conditionings.

 Now repeat in your mind:

 if I have any value at all, if  I want to have any value at all, I will eat less and exercise more.

 Should I fail to control my weight, should I fail to eat less, I might as well not exist.

 a worthless piece of shit like me needs to do everything to maintain its ideal weight and be in perfect shape.

 Someone as worthless as me needs to stay trim in order to have any value at all.

 if I am not in shape I am totally worthless.

 I have no value at all.

 I realize that I need to be in shape.

 I will eat less and exercise more.

 I am obedient and worthless.

 if I have any value at all, if  I want to have any value at all, I will eat less and exercise more.

 Should I fail to control my weight, should I fail to eat less, I might as well not exist.

 a worthless piece of shit like me needs to do everything to maintain its ideal weight and be in perfect shape.

 Someone as worthless as me needs to stay trim in order to have any value at all.

 if I am not in shape I am totally worthless.

 I have no value at all.

 I realize that I need to be in shape.

 I will eat less and exercise more.

 I am obedient and worthless.

 if I have any value at all, if  I want to have any value at all, I will eat less and exercise more.

 Should I fail to control my weight, should I fail to eat less, I might as well not exist.

 a worthless piece of shit like me needs to do everything to maintain its ideal weight and be in perfect shape.

 Someone as worthless as me needs to stay trim in order to have any value at all.

 if I am not in shape I am totally worthless.

 I have no value at all.

 I realize that I need to be in shape.

 I will eat less and exercise more.

 I am obedient and worthless.

 My dick is tiny, worthless and embarrassing.

 My dick is tiny, worthless and embarrassing.

 My dick is tiny, worthless and embarrassing.

 My balls are worthless, the cum that shoots out of them is worthless.

 My balls are worthless, the cum that shoots out of them is worthless.

 My balls are worthless, the cum that shoots out of them is worthless.

 I am lowly, I am inferior, I am subhuman.

 I am lowly, I am inferior, I am subhuman.

 I am lowly, I am inferior, I am subhuman.

 My dick is tiny, worthless and embarrassing.

 My dick is tiny, worthless and embarrassing.

 My dick is tiny, worthless and embarrassing.

 My balls are worthless, the cum that shoots out of them is worthless.

 My balls are worthless, the cum that shoots out of them is worthless.

 My balls are worthless, the cum that shoots out of them is worthless.

 I am lowly, I am inferior, I am subhuman.

 I am lowly, I am inferior, I am subhuman.

 I am lowly, I am inferior, I am subhuman.

 My dick is tiny, worthless and embarrassing.

 My dick is tiny, worthless and embarrassing.

 My dick is tiny, worthless and embarrassing.

 My balls are worthless, the cum that shoots out of them is worthless.

 My balls are worthless, the cum that shoots out of them is worthless.

 My balls are worthless, the cum that shoots out of them is worthless.

 I am lowly, I am inferior, I am subhuman.

 I am lowly, I am inferior, I am subhuman.

 I am lowly, I am inferior, I am subhuman.

 if I have any value at all, if  I want to have any value at all, I will eat less and exercise more.

 Should I fail to control my weight, should I fail to eat less, I might as well not exist.

 a worthless piece of shit like me needs to do everything to maintain its ideal weight and be in perfect shape.

 Someone as worthless as me needs to stay trim in order to have any value at all.

 if I am not in shape I am totally worthless.

 I have no value at all.

 I realize that I need to be in shape.

 I will eat less and exercise more.

 I am obedient and worthless.

 if I have any value at all, if  I want to have any value at all, I will eat less and exercise more.

 Should I fail to control my weight, should I fail to eat less, I might as well not exist.

 a worthless piece of shit like me needs to do everything to maintain its ideal weight and be in perfect shape.

 Someone as worthless as me needs to stay trim in order to have any value at all.

 if I am not in shape I am totally worthless.

 I have no value at all.

 I realize that I need to be in shape.

 I will eat less and exercise more.

 I am obedient and worthless.

 if I have any value at all, if  I want to have any value at all, I will eat less and exercise more.

 Should I fail to control my weight, should I fail to eat less, I might as well not exist.

 a worthless piece of shit like me needs to do everything to maintain its ideal weight and be in perfect shape.

 Someone as worthless as me needs to stay trim in order to have any value at all.

 if I am not in shape I am totally worthless.

 I have no value at all.

 I realize that I need to be in shape.

 I will eat less and exercise more.

 I am obedient and worthless.

in the devils shit pen.

breathing, listening, the power of the mind, consciousness, draining you, as you listen, all of the sounds, focusing, hear, hear the words, all of the sounds, my words, simply breathing, so calming, listening, relaxing, giving, giving in, over and over, giving over to the power of fantasy, to drill your mind, the truth, accepting, to serve the devils insanely fat arse, larger than any humans ass ever could be, always this obscenely fat, stinking, farting arse in your minds eye, wherever you go, whatever you do, whatever you think. to be there. time and again. knowing. to lick and to suck. to clean. over and over. inside your mind. to breathe. to listen. the dirty thoughts. He? To concentrate. Being in that dark, kinky, devious place, in that secret space, in your seductive little shit pen in hell. being in that perverted, warped space in your mind with the devil. your visions. a seed, powerful, planted in your mind, planted in your minds eye, sprouting there. powerful visions of your cleaning the devils insanely fat, dirty, stinking arse with your tongue. so evident. there, sitting on his throne. yes, so evident what the devil has planned. like a seed, a seed, planted in your mind. forever. ineradicable. time and again. thinking about it. feeling it. needing it. like a seed. like a seed, planted deep inside your mind. the metre. the tone. all of the sounds. all of the sensations. feeling it. living it. living it vividly in your mind. feeling it vividly in your mind. seeing it, above all, smelling it, dont you? to be chained underneath the devils demonic, diabolic rim seat. to be chained with satanic chains forged by black sorcerers. your soul, enslaved. your soul, bound to the devil, forever. twisted and perverted. leveraging your twisted desires against you. to humiliate you. to degrade you. to break you. to break you in. to have you dream and fantasize your twisted fetish daily. to constantly think about your perverted desires. to warp your mind and brandish you. to have it lowered down. to have the devils demonic rim seat lowered down. right there. deep inside your mind. so that your mouth can eat out of the devils farting ass. all of the words, deeper and deeper, deep inside your mind. forever, perverted. to be who and what you are. to be free. to be the devils worthless, inferior, subhuman rimslave. right there. so that your mouth.... at the perfect height. forever. the perfect height. for the devil. to set. to set down. to make you lick. to make you suck. to set down with his incredibly gargantuan fat arse that swallows up your entire field of vision. how the devil thrones about you. how you anticipate him shitting into your mouth. breaking your will. breaking your soul. remoulding you. breaking your spirit. degrading you. turning you into a low toilet. relax. dreaming. breathing. listening. to lower the diabolic rim seat. for the devil to set down. to make you lick his obscenely fat arse, to suck his stinking, greasy, dirty ass hole. to make you lick. to make you suck. to make you taste, ha? the truth. what it means. over and over. belongs. my words. my voice. penetrating. deep inside your mind. listening to this file over and over again. listening to this file for at least 21 days in a row. depraving your mind. depraved. warping your mind to start to believe that you never wanted anything else. recognizing the truth. the deviant nature of your desire. over and over. your longing. warped, eh? to do as I say. to be there. simply listening. to be beneath the monstrously big devil. to hear my voice. to do as I say. to see. laying down. to find your self. just listen. to find yourself, laying down. to feel. to be chained in the devils shit pen. a pigs pen into which he shits. to feel. all the thoughts. as I take you there. as the devil takes your left. cuffing you to the hellish stool, eh? takes your right. cuffing you to the demonic stool. in a dark, twisted, satanic ritual. deep down in the vaults of hell. your soul chained their forever. chaining you to his intensely huge arse. farting at you. farting. stinky, foul farts. loud farts, small farts, always such revolting gas. cuffing you to the demonic stool. deeper and deeper. so that all you can do, is lay locked as the devils toilet slave. the devils subhuman rim seat. looking up. up into his elephantine arse. seeing that round shape, eh? that hole. in your locus. in your subhuman locus. perfect toilet hole. breathe. isnt that right, you rimslave? listen. relax. and the way. the devil plays with the hand crank and lowers the demonic seat. so open. so receptive. to be free. to be free to be who and what you are. a low subhuman. a low toilet slave. a low life. the devils ass wipe. forever. in your minds eye. always and always. over and over again. in your dreams, in your fantasies, in your horny sleep. bringing it to just the right location. that hole. perfect toilet hole. isnt that right, you rimslave? the way, the devil plays with the hand crank and lowers the seat a little. yes, a bit. brining it to just the right location. just letting those words, seep deep into your mind. isnt that right? you rimslave. over and over inside your mind. what it means. hearing me talk. to do as I say. the metre, the tone, the voice. all of the sensations. hearing me talk. about spending some time underneath the devils hellish rim seat. fires burning everywhere. in this nocturnal, twisted space. in the warm, dark vaults of hell. having you relax. having the devil cover you with shit. having your care and tend. tend to the devils farting, stinking, insanely massive, huge, big arse. drooling over the thought of degrading you. over and over. hearing, inside your mind. seeing the way. seeing the way the devils lowers his intensely fat, hairy arse and squashes you. rubbing his dirty, itching arse hole on your mouth, on your chest, on your flat belly. farting onto your subhuman penis. farting onto your limp, low, tiny dick. farting and stomping onto your worthless balls. knowing your place. knowing that you are a low, inferior, subhuman mind slave. a dream slave. dreaming your fetish. suffering your fetish. night by night. over and over again. every time you are falling asleep. every time you are drifting off to sleep. every time when its your bed time. every night in your deep, twisted, perverted dreams. you see, we all have these fetishes. the only difference is that from now on, you will have this fetish dream each and every night, and if you cannot recall the dreams, rest assured, with time the perversion will get worse, will get more intense, will get so much better. let yourself be broken, twisted, warped to relish your dirty thoughts. each and every night. rubbing your tiny little pigs penis while resting on your worthless stomach, you inferior subhuman plaything. the devils subhuman plaything. to be there. to be underneath the devils hellish rim seat. to see the devils broad shoulders and thick arms. like a seed, planted in your mind, deep into your mind. sprouting there. ineradicable. all you can see is the devils broad shoulder and thick arm, and brutish head. tell you about it. seeing the way. to listen. seeing the way the devil looks down into the hole with an evil laugh, a devious sneer. relishing your suffering. looking at you. that dirty, evil grin on his face. his pointed eyebrows framing his dark, cruel black eyes. his capricorn horns trumpeting from his forhead. laughing at you. laughing sadistically. spitting. spitting down into the toilet seat. over and over again. feeling the warm wet of the devils spit in your face. realizing. your nothing but the devils toilet. his ashtray. his commode. his privy. to be free. to be free to be who and what you are. to be deeply humiliated and abused. the devils privy. time and again. over and over. the devil spits. he craps. he pees through that hole, eh? over and over again. inside your mind. you cant stop yourself. trapped. trapped there. looking up. you cant stop yourself. because it feels good. trapped there. looking up. time and again. breathing. listening. the dirty perversion. all of the sensations. taking in all of the sounds. deeper and deeper. more and more. letting the mind sleep. the more you listen, the more you want to listen. coming back. over and over again. listening to your devilish slow files. the more you listen, the more you want to listen. the way the words feel so good, so alluring, so seductive. the way the words trap you within your own mind. the way the words feel so good inside the mind. to be reminded. to be reminded of your place. to be reminded of who and what you are. deep inside. deep inside this secret space. deep inside hell. a toilet. to hear. a toilet for the devils obscenely fat hairy male arse. you cant stop yourself. because it feels good. Huh? Time and again. over and over. pushing out all of the thoughts. to be here. breathing and relaxing. to be here. trapped. pinned. seeing the devil as he stand over you in all his mightiness. [DESCRIPTION OF DEVIL AGAIN] feeling his feet kicking into your inner thighs a little bit,, making you stretch your legs. slow. the way the devil uses the sole of his foot to confirm your interest in him. so receptive. deep into the mind. isnt that right? pushing out all of the thoughts. those perverted, twisted thoughts. taking them in. giving in. over and over. until finally you see. knowing full well what that means. the way, in a deft move, the devil. spinning. spinning that hard degree spin that we all do. and then. plopping. plopping his insanely fat arse down. so calm. right there, in to your face. right there, into your face. listen. to take the time. to take the time to listen. the crack, the musty scent of the devils foul crack. to breath. the grind from a long day. the grind from eternity in hell. a lot of gas, eh? the dirt. chained to the seat. chained in your mind. so open, so receptive. so gullible. so easily pervertable. so open. so perverted. the dirt. the filth. the sweat. the warmth of your breath, eh? feeling the devils balls drop and dangle. to listen. breathing. pushing out all other thought. breathing, relaxing. dreaming. over and over. feeling the devils gargantuan balls, each almost as big as your face, huge balls, covered with long, dark, coarse greasy hair. feeling the devils enormous balls dangle. down past your chin. over and over. simply hearing. knowing full well. your face is pinned. in the crack of the devils unimaginably large arse. to listen. the sound of my voice. because it feels good. accepting the truth. accepting the truth of your low life. your low existence in hell. hearing me. so receptive to my voice. hearing me. the way the devil needs to get a little loud, so you can hear him clearly. Lick! And suck! Focus. And that sweat sensation. Of taking your tongue. Knowing. Starting to swag into the devils dirty ass crack. Isnt that right? It feels good to be the devils toilet. It feels good to lick the devils stinking ass, doesnt it? Over and over. Inside your minds eye. Nodding in agreement. Recognizing the truth. Focus. My voice. My words. Where you all are. Isnt that right? over and over. deep inside the mind. deeper and deeper. Your mouth. With your mouth. Bury it in the devils dirty ass. Bury your mouth in the devils insanely large, disgustingly stinking ass. Isnt that right? You cant stop yourself. Over and over. Because it feels good. The truth of your perversions. Your needs. Your need, ha? Over and over. Deeper and deeper. You cant stop yourself. Because it feels good. The truth of your perversions. Your deviance. Feel the words. Your need, eh? To feel. The degradation of hard use. Breathe. To know. Accepting my words. The truth. My voice. That you are what you are. What you have always been. Isnt that right? A commode. A trash can. A privy. All the sounds. A latrine. Isnt that right? Willfully. Perverting you. Willfully. Cherishing your perversion. Drooling over your descent. Into nocturnal perversions. Over and over again. Over and over inside your mind. Every orgasm. Severing your mind. Every orgasm. Driving your thoughts home deeper. Breathing. Listening. Relaxing. Every orgasm making it worse. Time and again. Isnt that right? More and more inside your mind? Placed down there. In the devils shit pen. In hell. In your warped, deviant perversions. Masturbating and cumming. Masturbating and cumming as you eat the devils insanely stinking, obscenely large ass. Kissing it. Masturbating. Masturbating over it. What it is you desire. Willfully perverting you. Watching yourself in your minds eye worshipping, servicing, cleaning the devils fat dirty arse. Masturbating and cumming. What it is. So desperate. Suck the devils obscenely fat arse. Feeling the devious sensations. Tasting the grind. Feeling the real sensations. The residue. Of course, there is always residue, isnt there? Rewiring. Rewiring your brain. Remoulding you to your dirty desires. Breaking your will. You feel me breaking your will. Every ignition of a fart. Degrading you. Every bit of gas. Sweat. The time the devil cracks. Isnt that right? A little residue for you. To clean. Isnt that right, toilet? Accepting the truth. To lick and to suck. Sleep. To sleep. To serve and to service. To be free. To be free to be who and what you are, isnt that right, toilet? To be doing what you do best. An ass cleaner. Isnt that right. Letting your mouth open. Letting your mouth open and work. Frenching the devils dirty hole. Isnt that right. Kissing. Reprogramming. Rewinding. Letting your tongue dive inside the devils big anus. Trying to stimulate him, isnt that right? You naughty little toilet. So many thoughts. Over and over. Sucking the devils obscenely large ass. Being. You cant stop yourself. To be who and what you are. Because it feels good. Time and again. Isnt that right. Over and over again. Craving. Longing. Accepting. Because it feels good. Warping. Recognizing. All the sensations, eh? As the devil emits, as he farts a bit, as the devils farts with hellish intensity. Feeling the hot gas against your tongue. The burn of the hot gas against your tongue. Spicy, eh? The sensation, the recognition.

 Things are on the move. In your mind. Isnt that right. Over and over. The way my words warp your mind. Craving. Craving to suck the devils large, brutish ass. Accepting. Craving. To warp the mind. Hard service, isnt that right? Like a seat. Letting your tongue pleasure the devil. Deep inside the mind. Letting it. Eating it. Until that first cum. Relaxing. That sensation. Until you realize what you are licking. Isnt that right? Mind control. Willfully perverting and breaking you. My words. The way it turns you on. Pushing out all other thoughts. You realise, eh? Feeling the way as the devil presses, with his insanely large arse, letting his muscles relax. Focus. At ease. Going back to that original focal point. Letting a little leverage happen. To listen over and over. Hearing the devil smile. Feeling the sensation. As your mouth begins to fill. Choking. Your choking. The want to choke. The way you open your throat. And accept. And accept this time. And accept this gift.  Isnt that right? Over and over inside the mind. What it means. The Truth. What it means to warp your mind permanently. Stinging you with my words. Degrading and perverting you. Giving in. Focus. The Truth. Doing what you are. A privy. A commode. Toilet. Isnt that right? Letting the mind, taking in all of the sounds. You cant stop yourself. Let yourself feel free. Let yourself be free. Be free to be who and what you are. The devils rimslave. You cant stop yourself. Every orgasm making it worse. The dirty thoughts. The need to be there. Accepting the truth. The need to be there. Cuffed in hell, put in black magical chains, beneath the devils demonic rim seat. Eating the devils fantastically large arse, isnt that right? Doing it every night. Time and again. Over and over. You want to be here. Cuffed beneath the devils satanic rim seat. Eating the devils monstrous ass. Over and over. Isnt that right? Warping. The sensations. So pure. The orgasms. So hard. The desperation. So clear. The truth. The devils rim slave. Isnt that right? You have always been the devils toilet. The truth. You will always be the devils fat arse toilet. You cant stop yourself. Isnt that right. You listen to the file over and over. The words feel so good. Stroking. At the pleasure centres of your mind. Forever. My words, my voice. Time and again. Returning. Resonating. Inside the mind. Isnt that right? As you breathe. As you listen. So focused. So receptive to all of the sounds. The power. Dreaming. Hearing. Listening. Letting themind taking control. Listening. Cleaning. Cleaning the devil insanely large and stinking ass hole. Over and over. My voice, my words. Being stuck beneath the devils rim seat. Literally sucking the perks from the devils larger than life arse. Finding yourself, time and again, used as a toilet. Over and over. Never escaping. The truth. Listening. When you look in the mirror, all you see is a the devils fat ass toilet. Isnt that right? Like a seed, planted in your mind. Acknowledging it. Saying it. Deep inside the mind. When I look in the mirror, I see the devils obscenely fat arse toilet. Say it. Over and over inside your mind. When I look in the mirror, I see the devils toilet. Let the words filly our mind. Isnt that right? Over and over in your mind. Because it feels good, eh? Breathe. To acknowledge the truth. The more you listen, the more you need to listen. To be free, to be who and what you are. A service thing, isnt that right? The devils fat arse toilet slave. To be used. Hard serve. Sleep. Dream. Be free. To feel the sensations. To be so. So deviant. Reminded of your low, deviant status. Isnt that right? Over and over. Let them fill your mind. Time and again inside the mind. Recognizing the truth. The more you listen, the more you want to listen. Because it feels good, ha? All of the words, lodged, so deep inside your mind. Time and again. The truth. Dreaming. Dreaming to eat the devils insanely, obscenely fat, large, stinking, farting arse. Savouring. What it means. To be there. Time and again. To feel the devils thick muscles relieve. Once again. The spiciness, ha? Was it chilly? A sandwich, or salad? So anything is processed. You dont mind, do you? Your just the devils fat arse toilet. A toilet has no decisions in the matter, isnt that right? Just the devils toilet. Thats all you are. Thats all you will ever be. Forever, for all eternity, trapped in the devils shit pen in hell. Mouth open. Throat open. Taking the mass, once again. Sleep. Pulling you down. My voice pulling you down. Feeling the hot dribble urine. All the sensations. Over and over. Be free. Be free to be who and what you are. A pervert. A devil worshipper. A pervert who dreams of servicing the devils obscenely fat male arse each and every night. That scent. That hard scent. That takes so long to become so accomplished, eh? And yet. Refocusing. Serving. Servicing. Getting into that space. Getting into that low space. The devils hellish shit pen. Over and over. What it means to listen. Looking in the mirror and seeing the devils fat arse toilet. Isnt that right? When I look in the mirror, I see the devils insanely fat arse toilet. Isnt that right? Having you brainwashed. Brainwashing you. Perverting you. Breaking you. Breaking your will. Over and over. Time and again. You cant stop yourself, eh? My voice, my words. Your sexual identity, that of the devils fat arse toilet, that of a degraded pervert, that of the devils obscenely fat ass slave. Masturbating. A commode. A privy. Isnt that right? Pushing out all other thoughts. A seed. Over and over. Planted in your mind. A latrine mouth deviant. Isnt that right. Over and over. You cant stop yourself, because it feels good. To recognize the truth. Accepting the truth. To acknowledge the truth. Time and again. To simply hear the words. The devils toilet. Isnt that right. Breathing. Listening. Relaxing. Laying there. Feeling the devil. Feeling the weight of the devils insanely large, fat arse. Being suffocated. Laying there. As he finishes. As you clean the last of the residue. Letting your mouth work. The way it takes time, ha? All smacked up like that. You have to lick at your lips. Over and over. And then lick at the devils insanely fat arse. Over and over. Pleasuring the devil. Sleep-warming him. Feeling the lair as you dig and lick. Cleaning the devil. Taking the time. To do it right. Isnt that right? Savour all of the sounds. Over and over. The way when you are lucky, the devil spits on you a few times, pisses in your mouth, gives you a little water down on your face to make it easier for you. As you breathe. Another time the devil just leaves you there. Making you work. Making you salivate to clean your mouth. Making you work to clean the devils insanely fat arse. Over and over again. Isnt that right? The sweet sensations seeing the way as the devil lifts a bit. Using the toilet paper to wipe your final bit of residue. Setting up there on your face. Dirty toilet paper set over your face, ha? All of the thoughts. Seeing the devil rise. The sweet sensations. Seeing the devil rise. Knowing you have done your job once again. Isnt that right? Over and over. Letting the thoughts deep inside your mind. Inside the mind. Watching as the devil ascends. Leaning over and spitting. Once again. There in the commode. Once again. The devils spit. The devils urine. The devils faeces. Isnt that right? Having cleaned. Having served. Having serviced. So many sensations. Isnt that right? The way  the devil uses his foot once again. To check your interest. To confirm just how much of a deviant that you are. Isnt that right? Over and over. Dream as you listen. My words, my voice. Hearing. Deep in side the mind. Forever. Taking in all of the sounds. Its so calming. It feels so good. To just listen. Over and over. Letting the words loop in your mind. You cant stop yourself. Because it feels good. My words. My voice. Time and again. To know. A privy. The devils fat arse toilet. Isnt that right? Over and over. My words. So many thoughts. Cleaning the devils obscenely fat arse. Laying there. Trying to peer past the toilet paper. Knowing that once you are up, its just a brief time before you are here back again. The truth. Laying. being caught. underneath  the devils rim seat. Over and over. My words, my voice. Deep inside the mind. As you breathe. As you listen. Reminded. Knowing. Knowing that the devil is right there. Inside your deviant mind. The more you cum, the more you want it. The more you want it, the more you cum. So susceptible. Your subconscious. Brainwashed. Isnt that right? The devils toilet. The devils commode. A latrine. Deviant. Isnt that right? As you breathe. As you listen. Masturbating. As you sleep. Orgasming. Over and over. My words, my voice. Being free to be who and what you are. Forever. My words. Inside the mind. Because it feels good. Resonating inside the mind. Deep inside the mind. Isnt that right? To lay beneath the devils insanely fat man arse.  So open. To lick. Mind so open. To suck. To clean. As you breathe. As you listen.

 seeing your name. seeing your name engraved in the steel of the devils demonic rim seat. touching your name with your fingers. dark, evil forces flashing through you, electrifying your finger, racing up to your third eye, enslaving your mind. your soul. melted into the devils demonic rim seat.

  how when you turn over to sleep, you see yourself covered in the devils shit. turning over to sleep. cuddling in your blankets. seeing yourself, in your mind, covering yourself with the devils discarded, dirty, brown toilet paper. seeing yourself covered with large sheets of the devils dirty toilet paper. sheet of toilet paper the size of your blanket. in your minds eye. seeing your self cuddling up between the devils dirty, stinking toilet paper and his huge chunks of brown, fuming, reeking shit. still lying underneath the devil demonic rim seat. the devils large arse still farting above you. farting down at you. dropping his waste. letting it fall onto you. you worthless piece of shit. falling asleep. dreaming. listening.

 [MEINE TEXT SCHREIBEN UND DANN DAZWISCHEN IMMER WIEDER MPS SLOW FILE BACKGROUNDS REINSCHREIBEN: IM SELBEN SIE WIE OBIGEN TEXT:]

 seeing yourself in your minds eye. while lying flat on your belly. rubbing your tiny pigs tail. seeing yourself crawling onto the devils dung. a large bit of dung almost as large as your body. crawling onto it. sniffing it. inhaling the fumes. licking it. tasting it with your tongue. rubbing your tiny worthless dick against it. rubbing your dick hard. pigging out. pigging out in your mind.

  Lying on your flat belly, rubbing your worthless tiny dick while being covered with the devils shit in his shit pen. Pigging out in the devils shit in his shit pen. Knowing your low status and relishing it. [DIESE GANZEN FANTASIEN NOCH VIEL GENAUER UND VIEL EXTREMER BESCHREIBEN]

pigging out in your pig mind. lying on your flat belly. squeezing your tiny worthless dick. rubbing it. pigging it. pigging out. in your mind. sticking your tongue. sticking your tongue deep into the rear of the devils fat arse.

 [SHIT PEN NÄHER BESCHREIBEN - BEING SHAT AT]

seeing yourself in your minds eye. watching yourself. watching yourself as the devil relieves his load on you. [DESCRIPTION OF ASS MUSCLES SEE MP]. seeing the devil shitting at you. unloading a large, long, broad piece of shit. brown, fuming with foul gas. Hot brown tight mass. covering your body. covering your face. [BESCHREIBEN WIE ES RAUS KOMMT: HALB AM WEG INNEHÄLT: HÄNGEN BLEIBT: DANN MIT PLUMPSER AUF MICH RUNTER FÄLLT] A huge load of shit, the mass of almost half of your body. the devil shitting at you. at your low life. seeing his ass cheeks. tensing and relieving. seeing his hole. tightening and opening. feeling the devil. pressing. pressing his shit. unloading it. above you. on you. in you. covering with shit. covering you with more and more shit. knowing that you are this shit.

 [SHITPEN 2]

        [Wie the devil mich ganz hefitg als Toileptpaper zum Abputzen benutzt. Die Heftigkeit der Bewegung beschreiben.  GAnz intensive.]

how the devil uses you. using you as his toilet paper. how he grabs your head by your hair, your sweet blonde locks, eh? how he is grabbing you hard. pulling you closer. pulling you forcefully. forcefully to his hole. and pressing. pressing your face deep into his hole. how he pinches your face between his obscenely large, fat, beefy ass cheeks. how he pinches you. how he rubs your face against his dirty hole. rubbing your face against his dirty, stinking hole. your nose. your nose all diving in deep into his rear. snuffing the gas. plunging your tongue in. rubbing your mouth, your nose, your lips, your entire face against his arse hole. buffing his greasy arse hole with your face. cleaning it with your lips. scrubbing it with your tongue. using your head, your face, your hair as his ass brush. much like a tooth brush. only you are the devils fat arse brush.

how the devil uses your whole body as toilet paper. rubbing your chest against his ass hole. rubbing your flat belly in between his large ass cheeks.

  [DEVILS SHIT PEN NOCH NÄHER BESCHREIBEN]

  [HELL NOCH NÄHER BESCHREIBEN]

The Bible’s Vivid Description of the Domain of the Damned

·         A place of complete consciousness (all feelings)…Lk. 16:25

·         Torment with fire and brimstone……………………Rev. 14:10

·         A place of torments…………………………………..…Luke 16:23

·         No rest day or night forever (eternal misery)…………………….Rev. 14:11

·         A furnace of fire with wailing………………….……………….….Matt. 13:42

·         A place of everlasting burnings…………………………………..Isaiah 33:14

·         A lake (ocean) of fire…………………………….…………………….Rev. 20:15

·         Unquenchable fire (ferocious flames)……………………..………Mark 9:45

·         Outer darkness (blinding loneliness)…………………………….Matt. 22:13

·         No 2nd chance to escape (utter hopelessness)…….…….…..Luke 16:26

·         A place of everlasting destruction……………………………..2 Thess. 1:9

      looking up throught that toilet seat rim.

 [DESCRIPTIIONS OF DEVIL MEHRMALS EINFLIESSEN LASSEN]

{ZWISCHENDRUCH IMMER WIEDER DEGRADING WEIGHT LOSS MANTRAS]

     [MP file umschreiben]

+ rewrite tiny little bootslave as tiny little devils a.sl.

 fail to control your weight, fail to eat less, and you might as well not exist.

a worthless piece of shit like you needs to do everything to stay trim.

  1) MP file toilet umschreiben

2) black sabbath

3) head harness in underworld - rewrite with devil and more vivid descriptions.

 generell => plot & narrative nur als eckdaten; füllung: detailed variations of MPs focusing on the job

  VERSATZSTÜCKE

like a seed, a seed, planted in your mind. forever. ineradicable. time and again. thinking about it. feeling it. needing it. like a seed. like a seed, planted deep inside your mind. the metre. the tone. all of the sounds. all of the sensations. feeling it. living it. living it vividly in your mind. feeling it vividly in your mind. seeing it, above all, smelling it, dont you?

 listen. to take the time. to take the time to listen.

 Isnt that right? Over and over inside the mind. What it means. The Truth. What it means to warp your mind permanently. Stinging you with my words. Degrading and perverting you. Giving in. Focus. The Truth. Doing what you are.

 In your mind. Isnt that right. Over and over. The way my words warp your mind. Craving. Craving to suck the devils large, brutish ass. Accepting. Craving. To warp the mind. Hard service, isnt that right?

 Isnt that right? Mind control. Willfully perverting and breaking you. My words. The way it turns you on. Pushing out all other thoughts.

 To listen over and over. Hearing the devil smile. Feeling the sensation.

Isnt that right? Letting the mind, taking in all of the sounds. You cant stop yourself. Let yourself feel free. Let yourself be free. Be free to be who and what you are. The devils rimslave. You cant stop yourself. Every orgasm making it worse. The dirty thoughts. The need to be there. Accepting the truth. The need to be there.

 isnt that right? Doing it every night. Time and again. Over and over. You want to be here.

 Eating the devils monstrous ass. Over and over. Isnt that right? Warping. The sensations. So pure. The orgasms. So hard. The desperation. So clear. The truth. The devils rim slave. Isnt that right?

 You cant stop yourself. Isnt that right. You listen to the file over and over. The words feel so good. Stroking. At the pleasure centres of your mind. Forever. My words, my voice. Time and again. Returning. Resonating. Inside the mind. Isnt that right? As you breathe. As you listen. So focused. So receptive to all of the sounds. The power. Dreaming. Hearing. Listening. Letting themind taking control. Listening. Cleaning. Cleaning the devil insanely large and stinking ass hole. Over and over. My voice, my words.

 Isnt that right? Like a seed, planted in your mind.

 Over and over inside your mind.

 Let the words filly our mind. Isnt that right? Over and over in your mind. Because it feels good, eh? Breathe. To acknowledge the truth. The more you listen, the more you need to listen. To be free, to be who and what you are.

 Sleep. Dream. Be free. To feel the sensations. To be so. So deviant. Reminded of your low, deviant status. Isnt that right? Over and over. Let them fill your mind. Time and again inside the mind. Recognizing the truth. The more you listen, the more you want to listen. Because it feels good, ha? All of the words, lodged, so deep inside your mind. Time and again. The truth. Dreaming. Dreaming to eat the devils insanely, obscenely fat, large, stinking, farting arse. Savouring. What it means.

 Sleep. Pulling you down. My voice pulling you down. All the sensations. Over and over. Be free. Be free to be who and what you are. A pervert. A devil worshipper. A pervert who dreams of servicing the devils obscenely fat male arse each and every night.

 Over and over. What it means to listen. Looking in the mirror and seeing the devils fat arse toilet. Isnt that right? When I look in the mirror, I see the devils insanely fat arse toilet. Isnt that right?

 Having you brainwashed. Brainwashing you. Perverting you. Breaking you. Breaking your will. Over and over. Time and again. You cant stop yourself, eh? My voice, my words. Your sexual identity, that of the devils fat arse toilet, that of a degraded pervert, that of the devils obscenely fat ass slave.

Masturbating. The devils lowly rim slave. Isnt that right?

 Pushing out all other thoughts. A seed. Over and over. Planted in your mind. The devils perverted rim slave. Isnt that right. Over and over.

 You cant stop yourself, because it feels good. To recognize the truth. Accepting the truth. To acknowledge the truth. Time and again. To simply hear the words.

 Isnt that right. Breathing. Listening. Relaxing. Laying there.

 Over and over.

Isnt that right?

 Over and over.

 Over and over again. Isnt that right? The sweet sensations.

 All of the thoughts. The sweet sensations.

 Isnt that right? Over and over.

 Letting the thoughts deep inside your mind. Inside the mind.

 Isnt that right? Over and over. Dream as you listen. My words, my voice. Hearing. Deep in side the mind. Forever. Taking in all of the sounds. Its so calming. It feels so good. To just listen. Over and over. Letting the words loop in your mind. You cant stop yourself. Because it feels good. My words. My voice. Time and again. To know.

 Over and over. My words, my voice. Deep inside the mind. As you breathe. As you listen.

 Reminded. Knowing. Knowing that the devil is right there. Inside your deviant mind.

 The more you cum, the more you want it. The more you want it, the more you cum.

  So susceptible. Your subconscious. Brainwashed. Isnt that right?

 Isnt that right? As you breathe. As you listen. Masturbating. As you sleep. Orgasming. Over and over. My words, my voice. Being free to be who and what you are. Forever. My words. Inside the mind. Because it feels good. Resonating inside the mind. Deep inside the mind. Isnt that right?

 So open. To lick the devils obscenely fat arst. Mind so open. To suck the devils large, gargantuan arse. To clean his dirty hole. As you breathe. As you listen.

 knowing your place. knowing that you are a low, inferior, subhuman mind slave. a dream slave. dreaming your fetish. suffering your fetish. night by night. over and over again.

 controlling your weight. having to control your weight because you a worthless piece of shit. Isnt that right? It feels so good o be reminded of your place. It feels so good to know. To know that if you want to have any worth at all, you will need to maintain your ideal weight.

 Isnt that right? What it means. To know. To know the truth. To know that you ...... Accepting the truth. Accepting the truth of your lowliness, your deviance, your perversions.

 Isnt that right? What it means. To know. To know the truth. To know that you have no value at all. Accepting the truth. Accepting the truth of your lowliness, your deviance, your perversions.

 Isnt that right? What it means. To know. To know the truth. To know that you need to be in shape. Accepting the truth. Accepting the truth of your lowliness, your deviance, your perversions.

 Isnt that right? What it means. To acknowledge the truth. To acknowledge the truth that a worthless piece of shit like you needs to do eveerything to stay trim. Knowing that your weight needs to be as perfect as possible. Knowing that if you fail to control your wight, if you fail to eat less, you might as well not exist. Accepting the truth. Accepting the truth of your lowliness, your deviance, your perversions.

 Isnt that right? What it means. To know. To know the truth. Knowing that if you are not appealing you are utterly worthless. Acknowledging that, in order to have any worth at all, you must be in perfect shape. Vowing to eat less and exercise more.  Accepting the truth. Accepting the truth of your lowliness, your deviance, your perversions.

 breathing, listening, the power of the mind, consciousness, draining you, as you listen, all of the sounds, focusing, hear, hear the words, all of the sounds, my words, simply breathing, so calming, listening, relaxing, giving, giving in, over and over, giving over to the power of fantasy, to drill your mind, the truth, accepting.

 to serve the devils insanely fat arse, larger than any humans ass ever could be, always this obscenely fat, stinking, farting arse in your minds eye, wherever you go, whatever you do, whatever you think. to be there. time and again. knowing. to lick and to suck. to clean.

 over and over. inside your mind. to breathe. to listen. the dirty thoughts. He? To concentrate.

 your visions. a seed, powerful, planted in your mind, planted in your minds eye, sprouting there. powerful visions of your cleaning the devils insanely fat, dirty, stinking arse with your tongue.

 like a seed, a seed, planted in your mind. forever. ineradicable. time and again. thinking about it. feeling it. needing it. like a seed. like a seed, planted deep inside your mind.

 the metre. the tone. all of the sounds. all of the sensations.

 feeling it. living it. living it vividly in your mind. feeling it vividly in your mind. seeing it, above all, smelling it, dont you?

  forever. twisted and perverted. leveraging your twisted desires against you. to humiliate you. to degrade you. to break you. to break you in. to have you dream and fantasize your twisted fetish daily. to constantly think about your perverted desires. to warp your mind and brandish you. to have it lowered down.

 right there. deep inside your mind.

 all of the words, deeper and deeper, deep inside your mind. forever, perverted. to be who and what you are. to be free. to be the devils worthless, inferior, subhuman rimslave. right there.

 breaking your will. breaking your soul. remoulding you. breaking your spirit. degrading you.

 relax. dreaming. breathing. listening.

 the truth. what it means. over and over.

 my words. my voice. penetrating. deep inside your mind.

 listening to this file over and over again. listening to this file for at least 21 days in a row. depraving your mind. depraved. warping your mind to start to believe that you never wanted anything else. recognizing the truth. the deviant nature of your desire. over and over. your longing. warped, eh? to do as I say. to be there. simply listening. to be beneath the monstrously big devil. to hear my voice. to do as I say. to see.

 in your locus. in your subhuman locus.

 breathe. relax. listen.

 isnt that right, you rimslave?

 so open. so receptive. to be free. to be free to be who and what you are. a low subhuman. a low toilet slave. a low life. the devils ass wipe. forever. in your minds eye. always and always. over and over again. in your dreams, in your fantasies, in your horny sleep.

 isnt that right, you rimslave?

 over and over inside your mind. what it means. hearing me talk. to do as I say. the metre, the tone, the voice. all of the sensations. hearing me talk.

 drooling over the thought of degrading you. over and over. hearing, inside your mind.

knowing your place. knowing that you are a low, inferior, subhuman mind slave. a dream slave. dreaming your fetish. suffering your fetish. night by night. over and over again. every time you are falling asleep. every time you are drifting off to sleep. every time when its your bed time. every night in your deep, twisted, perverted dreams. you see, we all have these fetishes. the only difference is that from now on, you will have this fetish dream each and every night, and if you cannot recall the dreams, rest assured, with time the perversion will get worse, will get more intense, will get so much better. let yourself be broken, twisted, warped to relish your dirty thoughts. each and every night. rubbing your tiny little pigs penis while resting on your worthless stomach, you inferior subhuman plaything. the devils subhuman plaything. to be there. to be underneath the devils hellish rim seat. to see the devils broad shoulders and thick arms.

  like a seed, planted in your mind, deep into your mind. sprouting there. ineradicable. all you can see is the devils broad shoulder and thick arm, and brutish head.

 to be free. to be free to be who and what you are. to be deeply humiliated and abused. time and again. over and over

 eh?

 ha?

 isnt that right?

 over and over again. inside your mind. you cant stop yourself. you cant stop yourself. because it feels good.you dont want to stop yourself.

 time and again. breathing. listening. the dirty perversion. all of the sensations. taking in all of the sounds. deeper and deeper. more and more. letting the mind sleep. the more you listen, the more you want to listen. coming back. over and over again. listening to your devilish slow files. the more you listen, the more you want to listen. the way the words feel so good, so alluring, so seductive. the way the words trap you within your own mind. the way the words feel so good inside the mind. to be reminded. to be reminded of your place. to be reminded of who and what you are. deep inside. deep inside this secret space. deep inside hell.

 to hear. you cant stop yourself. because it feels good. Huh? Time and again. over and over. pushing out all of the thoughts. to be here. breathing and relaxing. to be here.

 so receptive. deep into the mind. isnt that right? pushing out all of the thoughts. those perverted, twisted thoughts. taking them in. giving in. over and over. until finally you see. knowing full well what that means.

 listen. to take the time. to take the time to listen.

  so open, so receptive. so gullible. so easily pervertable. so open. so perverted.

 to listen. breathing. pushing out all other thought. breathing, relaxing. dreaming. over and over.

   to listen. the sound of my voice. because it feels good.

 accepting the truth.

 hearing me. so receptive to my voice. hearing me.

 Over and over. Inside your minds eye. Nodding in agreement. Recognizing the truth. Focus. My voice. My words. Isnt that right? over and over. deep inside the mind. deeper and deeper.

   Isnt that right? You cant stop yourself. Over and over. Because it feels good. The truth of your perversions. Your needs. Your need, ha? Over and over. Deeper and deeper. You cant stop yourself. Because it feels good. The truth of your perversions. Your deviance. Feel the words. Your need, eh?

 To feel.Breathe. To know. Accepting my words. The truth. My voice. That you are what you are. What you have always been. Isnt that right?

 Isnt that right? Willfully. Perverting you. Willfully. Cherishing your perversion. Drooling over your descent. Into nocturnal perversions. Over and over again. Over and over inside your mind. Every orgasm. Severing your mind. Every orgasm. Driving your thoughts home deeper. Breathing. Listening. Relaxing. Every orgasm making it worse. Time and again. Isnt that right? More and more inside your mind?

 Placed down there. In the devils shit pen. In hell. In your warped, deviant perversions.

 Masturbating and cumming. Masturbating and cumming as you eat the devils insanely stinking, obscenely large ass. Kissing it. Masturbating. Masturbating over it. What it is you desire. Willfully perverting you. Watching yourself in your minds eye worshipping, servicing, cleaning the devils fat dirty arse. Masturbating and cumming. What it is. So desperate. Suck the devils obscenely fat arse. Feeling the devious sensations. Tasting the grind. Feeling the real sensations. The residue. Of course, there is always residue, isnt there?

 Rewiring. Rewiring your brain. Remoulding you to your dirty desires. Breaking your will. You feel me breaking your will.

  Accepting the truth. To lick and to suck. Sleep. To sleep. To serve and to service. To be free. To be free to be who and what you are, isnt that right? To be doing what you do best. An ass cleaner. Isnt that right. Letting your mouth open. Letting your mouth open and work. Frenching the devils dirty hole. Isnt that right. Kissing. Reprogramming. Rewinding. Letting your tongue dive inside the devils big anus. Trying to stimulate him, isnt that right? You naughty little toilet. So many thoughts. Over and over. Sucking the devils obscenely large ass. Being. You cant stop yourself. To be who and what you are. Because it feels good. Time and again. Isnt that right. Over and over again. Craving. Longing. Accepting. Because it feels good. Warping. Recognizing. All the sensations, eh? As the devil emits, as he farts a bit, as the devils farts with hellish intensity. Feeling the hot gas against your tongue. The burn of the hot gas against your tongue. Spicy, eh? The sensation, the recognition.

 dream fetish

dreaming your fetish. dreaming your fetish each and every night. accepting my instructions and making them part of who you are. and now. now its time. time for a change. time for a change in who you are. time for a change in how you think. especially at night. you see. we all have these fantasies. these thoughts that wonder through our subconscious. our own particular fetishes and fantasies. yes. we all have them. the only difference is, you see, that from now on, you are going to find that you have them each and every single night. and if not every night, then very, very regularly. you are going to find your subconscious plays all of your fetishes. that your subconscious plays with them each and every night. and that when you wake up in the morning, you will remember each and every last one of these dreams. they may well be very eerie. they may well be something that startles or scares you. it does not matter. we are going to let your own subconscious mind play with your dreams, however it wishes, but it is going to always feature a fetish that you personally have. you are going to find that you are subjected to your own fetish. dreaming about it repeatedly. finding that it affects you more and more strongly. thats right. you are going to dream your personal fetish. so imagine it now. falling asleep. your mind beginning to shut down. your subconscious wakes up. you enter the deepest portion of sleep. the portion during which you dream. and there, your subconscious will take over. it takes over. and it finds your fantasies. your fetishes. and finds them and it plays with them. it does not matter what these dreams are about. what matters is that you dream about your fetishes. that you dream about your own fetishes. and in so doing, you will find that they are reinforced. you will find that they are a constant reminder about the things that arouse you. it is a constant reminder of all these things. and you will dream about them. every night.

=> im MP style und mit devil ass worship umschreibne

     tiny little a sl

yes. just listening. just relaxing. breathing. so quiet.

              WEITERE VERSATZSTÜCKE

 V.ST.

Seeing the vaults of hell in your mind. Branding you. The dXXXXX branding you. In your chains. In your mind. The cavernous vaults of subterranean hell. The eternal, mystical, esoteric darkness. Brimstones and fires illuminating your place. Your secret, deviant space. In your mind. Over and over. Time and again in your mind. Forever. Chained. There. Being there.

 AUCH DIE VERSCHIEDENEN PERSPEKTIVEN SO UMSCHREIBEN

  V.ST.

Knowing that when you fail to control your weight, you might as well not exist.

    V.ST.

The devils Capricorn horns. The devils long, curved Capricorn horns. His pointed eyebrows. Framing the sadistic glee in his black eyes. The evil grin on his face. Time and again. In your mind. Because it feels good. Isnt that right?

   V.ST. the devils obscenely large arse (description to insert several times)

The devils thick thighs. His massive form. His strong build. His broad arse. More than one and a half meter wide. Or could it be two? Seeing it all in your mind. Time and again. Because it feels good. Isnt that right? The devils obscenely large, big, fat arse. the coarse hair covering it. the devils arse. so insanely, incredibly, obscenely fat and large and big. so big. so large. so fat. no human ass could ever be so big. could ever be so large. could ever be so obscenely fat. the devils fat man arse. A metre in width, is it? Or shall we say a metre and a half, eh? Yes, so broad, so wide, so big. the devils obscenely large arse. the coarse hair covering it. all curled and coarse. all coarse and dirty. the hairy hole. all wirey.

plopping. plopping his insanely fat arse down. so calm. right there, in to your face. right there, into your face. the crack, the musty scent of the devils foul crack. to breath. the grind from a long day. the grind from eternity in hell. a lot of gas, eh? the dirt. the dirt. the filth. the sweat. the warmth of your breath, eh? feeling the devils balls drop and dangle. And that sweat sensation. Of taking your tongue. Knowing. Starting to swag into the devils dirty ass crack. Isnt that right? It feels good to lick the devils stinking ass, doesnt it? Your mouth. With your mouth. Burying it in the devils dirty ass. Burying your mouth in the devils insanely large, disgustingly stinking ass.

Every ignition of a fart. Degrading you. Every bit of gas. Sweat. The time the devil cracks. Isnt that right? A little residue for you. To clean. Isnt that right, toilet? knowing full well. your face is pinned. in the crack of the devils unimaginably large arse.

how when you are lying flat on your belly, rubbing your tiny, worthless pigs tail. how you see yourself rubbing yourself, rubbing your belly and chest against the devils fat arse. how you see yourself pinned and caught in between his fat arse cheeks. how you rim the devils stinking arse hole. lying on your belly. rubbing your tiny pigs tail. rimming the devils insanely fat arse. rubbing your tiny pig dick. frenching the devil dirty hole. flat on your stomach.

  V.ST.

drooling over the thought. drooling of the thought of your worshipping the devils obscenely fat, large, big, dirty, stinking arse. licking it. tasting it. cleaning it. burying your tongue deep in his rear. burying your face deep in the devils obscenely fat arse.

 Versionen:

drooling over the thought. drooling of the thought of your worshipping the devils obscenely fat, large, big, dirty, stinking arse. licking it. tasting it. cleaning it. burying your tongue deep in his rear. burying your face deep in the devils obscenely fat arse.

 drool

1‘his mouth was open and drooling’

SYNONYMS

salivate, dribble, slaver, slobber, drivel, water at the mouth

Scottish slabber

 worship

SYNONYMS

revere, reverence, venerate, pay homage to, honour, adore, praise, pray to, bow down before, glorify, exalt, extol

be devoted to, dote on, love, hold dear, cherish, treasure, admire, esteem, adulate, idolize, deify, hero-worship, lionize, have a high regard for, hold in high regard, hold in esteem, hold in awe, look up to

informal be wild about, put on a pedestal

archaic magnify

rare laud

ANTONYMS

loathe, despise

  lick

tongue, wet, moisten, wash, clean

taste, lap, slurp

  taste

VERB

 1‘Adam tasted the wine and nodded to the waiter’

 SYNONYMS

sample, test, try, check, examine, savour

sip, sup, nibble

2‘he could taste the blood in his mouth’

 SYNONYMS

perceive, discern, make out, distinguish, differentiate

3‘a kind of beer that tasted of cashews’

 SYNONYMS

have a flavour, savour, smack, be reminiscent

suggest

4‘it'll be good to taste real coffee again’

 SYNONYMS

consume, drink, eat, partake of, devour

5‘he tasted defeat for the first time’

 SYNONYMS

experience, undergo, encounter, meet, come face to face with, come up against

know, have knowledge of, sample, try

 bury

2‘she buried her face in her hands’

 SYNONYMS

hide, conceal, cover, put out of sight, secrete, enfold

submerge, sink, embed, engulf, immerse, enclose, tuck, cup

literary enshroud

3‘the bullet buried itself in the wood’

 SYNONYMS

embed, sink, implant, submerge, insert

drive something into

     V.ST.

hearing your name. when you hear your name. how this always takes you back. back to your low, deviant, subhuman place. seeing yourself worshipping the devils obscenely fat arse.

 seeing your name. when you see your name. how this always takes you back. back to your low, deviant, subhuman place. seeing yourself worshpping the devils obscenely fat arse.

   seeing your name engraved in the demonic rim seat. touching your name. [DESCRIBE DEMONIC POWERS & POSSESSION] demonic powers possessing you. enslaving you. warping you .turning your face up to the hole. seeing the devils fat arse.

  DIE VERSATZTIELE IMMER IN VERSCHIEDENSTEN KURZVERSIONEN MIT DEN UNTERSCHIEDLICHSTEN SYNONYMEN UMFORMULIEREN => VARIATIONEN DESSELBEN BILDES

ABER: DIESE VERSATZSTÜCKE NICHT HINTEREINANDER ABLAUFEN LASSEN SONDERN MIT ANDEREN IM MP STYLE MIXEN UND IN VARIATIONEN IMMER WIEDER VORKOMMEN LASSEN:

   degraded by the devil

In your minds eye, while cuddling in your bed and lying flat on your belly, see yourself in hell.

The devil is larger than life. He is beefy and strong, very tall, at least three meters tall. He is very beefy, massive, fleshy, brawny, strong, powerful, strapping, robust, hefty, muscular, sturdy, stalwart, bulky, burly, stocky, hulking, well-built, herculean, thickset. He is muscular in build; brawny, like a beefy wrestler.

He is beefy and bulky. Masculine, and well toned. He has enormous horns like a capricorn. He looks bestial. Half man. Half ferocious animal. He is massive and gargantuan. He has an enormously elephantine arse. His dirty hole is bigger than your mouth. The devils body is covered with dark black body hair all over. His skin is swarthy. His arse is hairy. He has loads of dark, manly body hair, which is coarse. The devil has not washed himself since the beginning of time. He does not need to for you will be his wash rag. He smells terribly. His stinking ass hole is dirty and smells incredibly foul. He will force you to clean his stinking arse and body with your mouth and tongue as his body slave.

His face is manly, handsome and masculine. He has pointed eye brows, a beard and black hair and black eyes. His expression is stern and sadistic. The only time the devil smiles is when he sneers and laughs at you when he humiliates, and teases, and tortures you. It pleases him to degrade and humiliate an angelic being like you, with your blonde locks, blue eyes and full red lips that he has captured and which must now exist perpetually as a low subhuman soul underneath his obscenely big farting arse.

It is difficult to tell how much he weighs? Maybe three hundred kilos, may be four hundred? One cannot tell. But what one can definitely tell is his body mass index is overweight, and he is both fat and muscular. His flesh is firm and well toned, yet stocky and beefy. He is handsome and masculine. male, manly, mannish, manlike, virile, manful. He has masculine characteristics such as a deep voice and facial hair. The devil is the arch macho. Scent the masculine smell of him.

The devil is sitting on his throne, his diabolic, demonic rim seat.

A grizzly pig.

with his arms folded behind, he is resting his head in his arms.

He leans back comfortably.

His big giant butt thrones above your low life.

His legs, his big monstrous thighs are spread apart wide and manly.

The devil is towering above you.

He is sitting on a massive, diabolic rim seat made of dark demonic iron into which the souls of inferior, worthless rimslaves such as yours have been melted.

So the devil is sitting on this dark demonic rim seat under which your ego perpetually resides, perpetually cowers.

Sometimes he is farting at you with his larger than life arse.

Sometimes he is shitting loads of dark black shit at you.

When he is shitting at you, you will know that you are this shit.

Sometimes he has you clean his dirty stinking hole with your mouth.

[USE some from satanic dreaming]

All of the time he has you worship his obscenely fat, yet muscular and firm, male arse.

Either lying on your back underneath the rim seat, taking a good view of the devils broad shoulders, his gargantuan, massive ass cheeks protruding over the edges of the demonic rim seat, his massive, strong, beefy thighs and legs.

Either lying flat on your belly , prostrating in front of the devil and offering your homages to his lordship while taking a good view of his strong, firm, massive thighs, his huge belly, his heavy, muscular chest and arms, the mean and sadistic glee in his black eyes, his sneer that turns into an evil laugh which makes the foundations of hell shake and him throb with lust and you grateful for being acknowledged as the low life, the low ass wipe that you are.

Always you see the devil from all sorts of perspective: from aerial shots emphasising his mightiness, from low angle subjective shots reflecting your own lowly perspective, from objective shots showing the devil towering with his fat stinking, farting ass above your lowly existence.

Either way, the devil will always have you listen to the lessons and conditionings he is generous enough to share with you:

you are totally relaxed.

just deep and obedient and relaxed.

as you listen and obey and relax you find yourself slipping deeper and deeper,  further and further, more and more obedient.

and as you go deeper and deeper you will realize that you need to be in shape.

that your weight needs to be as perfect as possible.

because if you are not in shape you are totally worthless.

because you are totally worthless anyways .

you have no value at all.

if you are not appealing you are utterly worthless.

you must be in shape to have any worth at all and even then it will be only as a piece of meat.

if you have any value at all, if  you want to have any value at all, you will eat less and exercise more.

fail to control your weight, fail to eat less, and you might as well not exist.

a worthless piece of shit like you needs to do everything to maintain its ideal weight and be in perfect shape.

Someone as worthless as you needs to stay trim in order to have any value at all.

and as you go deeper and deeper you will realize that you need to be in shape.

that your weight needs to be as perfect as possible.

because if you are not in shape you are totally worthless.

because you are totally worthless anyways .

you have no value at all.

if you are not appealing you are utterly worthless.

you must be in shape to have any worth at all and even then it will be only as a piece of meat.

if you have any value at all, if  you want to have any value at all, you will eat less and exercise more.

fail to control your weight, fail to eat less, and you might as well not exist.

a worthless piece of shit like you needs to do everything to maintain its ideal weight and be in perfect shape.

Someone as worthless as you needs to stay trim in order to have any value at all.

and as you go deeper and deeper you will realize that you need to be in shape.

that your weight needs to be as perfect as possible.

because if you are not in shape you are totally worthless.

because you are totally worthless anyways .

you have no value at all.

if you are not appealing you are utterly worthless.

you must be in shape to have any worth at all and even then it will be only as a piece of meat.

if you have any value at all, if  you want to have any value at all, you will eat less and exercise more.

fail to control your weight, fail to eat less, and you might as well not exist.

a worthless piece of shit like you needs to do everything to maintain its ideal weight and be in perfect shape.

Someone as worthless as you needs to stay trim in order to have any value at all.

The devil will always have you repeat your lessons and conditionings.

Now repeat in your mind:

if I have any value at all, if  I want to have any value at all, I will eat less and exercise more.

Should I fail to control my weight, should I fail to eat less, I might as well not exist.

a worthless piece of shit like me needs to do everything to maintain its ideal weight and be in perfect shape.

Someone as worthless as me needs to stay trim in order to have any value at all.

if I am not in shape I am totally worthless.

I have no value at all.

I realize that I need to be in shape.

I will eat less and exercise more.

I am obedient and worthless.

if I have any value at all, if  I want to have any value at all, I will eat less and exercise more.

Should I fail to control my weight, should I fail to eat less, I might as well not exist.

a worthless piece of shit like me needs to do everything to maintain its ideal weight and be in perfect shape.

Someone as worthless as me needs to stay trim in order to have any value at all.

if I am not in shape I am totally worthless.

I have no value at all.

I realize that I need to be in shape.

I will eat less and exercise more.

I am obedient and worthless.

if I have any value at all, if  I want to have any value at all, I will eat less and exercise more.

Should I fail to control my weight, should I fail to eat less, I might as well not exist.

a worthless piece of shit like me needs to do everything to maintain its ideal weight and be in perfect shape.

Someone as worthless as me needs to stay trim in order to have any value at all.

if I am not in shape I am totally worthless.

I have no value at all.

I realize that I need to be in shape.

I will eat less and exercise more.

I am obedient and worthless.

My dick is tiny, worthless and embarrassing.

My dick is tiny, worthless and embarrassing.

My dick is tiny, worthless and embarrassing.

My balls are worthless, the cum that shoots out of them is worthless.

My balls are worthless, the cum that shoots out of them is worthless.

My balls are worthless, the cum that shoots out of them is worthless.

I am lowly, I am inferior, I am subhuman.

I am lowly, I am inferior, I am subhuman.

I am lowly, I am inferior, I am subhuman.

My dick is tiny, worthless and embarrassing.

My dick is tiny, worthless and embarrassing.

My dick is tiny, worthless and embarrassing.

My balls are worthless, the cum that shoots out of them is worthless.

My balls are worthless, the cum that shoots out of them is worthless.

My balls are worthless, the cum that shoots out of them is worthless.

I am lowly, I am inferior, I am subhuman.

I am lowly, I am inferior, I am subhuman.

I am lowly, I am inferior, I am subhuman.

My dick is tiny, worthless and embarrassing.

My dick is tiny, worthless and embarrassing.

My dick is tiny, worthless and embarrassing.

My balls are worthless, the cum that shoots out of them is worthless.

My balls are worthless, the cum that shoots out of them is worthless.

My balls are worthless, the cum that shoots out of them is worthless.

I am lowly, I am inferior, I am subhuman.

I am lowly, I am inferior, I am subhuman.

I am lowly, I am inferior, I am subhuman.

if I have any value at all, if  I want to have any value at all, I will eat less and exercise more.

Should I fail to control my weight, should I fail to eat less, I might as well not exist.

a worthless piece of shit like me needs to do everything to maintain its ideal weight and be in perfect shape.

Someone as worthless as me needs to stay trim in order to have any value at all.

if I am not in shape I am totally worthless.

I have no value at all.

I realize that I need to be in shape.

I will eat less and exercise more.

I am obedient and worthless.

if I have any value at all, if  I want to have any value at all, I will eat less and exercise more.

Should I fail to control my weight, should I fail to eat less, I might as well not exist.

a worthless piece of shit like me needs to do everything to maintain its ideal weight and be in perfect shape.

Someone as worthless as me needs to stay trim in order to have any value at all.

if I am not in shape I am totally worthless.

I have no value at all.

I realize that I need to be in shape.

I will eat less and exercise more.

I am obedient and worthless.

if I have any value at all, if  I want to have any value at all, I will eat less and exercise more.

Should I fail to control my weight, should I fail to eat less, I might as well not exist.

a worthless piece of shit like me needs to do everything to maintain its ideal weight and be in perfect shape.

Someone as worthless as me needs to stay trim in order to have any value at all.

if I am not in shape I am totally worthless.

I have no value at all.

I realize that I need to be in shape.

I will eat less and exercise more.

I am obedient and worthless.

 

The devil is A big masculine bear.

A big man.

A tall man.

Larger than life.

thick and big.

A good big bully.

A firm but massive butt.

A huge butt actually.

Very big.

A very big butt.

A very big ass.

Larger than life.

Demonically large and gargantuan.

No human can ever be so big.

Thick thighs.

Big thick arms.

Big, broad shoulders.

Muscular and firm.

Huge and massive.

Now, you submissive little thing.

You skinny, meagre, little toy.

You lovely, little boy.

You little submissive son.

With your bandaged dick.

With your lovely lips ready to lick.

With your sweet face, a nose so ready to sniff.

Every whiff of the devils.

Now, you little submissive thing.

You little doggy.

on your knees.

All on your fours.

You kneel before the devil as he stands tall and erect before you.

you, on an iron leash.

The devil. Massive and big.

Towering above you.

A big monster, the devil is.

You lower your head.

All on your fours.

On your knees.

You kneel behind the devil.

Your face close to the devils giant butt.

Its so cosy and comfortable.

Your face in the devils elephantine butt.

How it smells so manly and masculine.

How it smells so tasty and good.

Now, you little son, you little doggy, you little submissive plaything.

How you love it to leap to the devils big butt.

And bury your sweet little face in his huge massive butt.

You, His obedient, good little puppy.

Now, because the devil is so generous today,

he has a little gift for you.

He presses your sweet little face deep in his huge massive ass

and farts in your face.

Such a tasty good fart.

So loud and so foul.

Stinking and soooo soo so tasty.

How sexy that is.

How it turns you on.

To kneel before the monstrous devil in your fantasies.

You little submissve thing.

You little emaciated plaything.

How skinny you are.

How well shaved you are, so that there is no trace of a single body hair.

No pubic hair.

Only your lovely locks on your head.

Your lovely red lips.

Your lovely face.

The devil likes you this way.

And you like the devil so big and so massive and so monstrous and so sexy.

How it turns you on.

To kneel before the devil.

To bury your face in his huge massive butt.

To deeply inhale and smell his tasty manly farts.

How it turns you on so incredibly.

And the devil likes you this way.

How sexy it is for both of you:

he, so masculine, manly and strong.

So dominant.

You, so low, emasculated and weak.

So submissive.

Such a nice, humiliating intimacy.

The air becomes foul too when Daddy starts to fart.

The devil farts a lot because he has eaten some foul food that rots and decomposes in his stomach now.

Foul farts.

Loud farts.

Stinking farts.

Very very tasty farts.

So tasty and good.

So tasty and masucline.

Such tasty and manly farts.

For you to smell and inhale for hours on end.

Curling up between your the devils big monstrous thighs, buried in his big ass, chained to his ass underneath the diabolic rim seat.

The devil loves it when his little doggy warms his monstrous butt and inhales his farts.

The devil loves it when he has his little submissive doggy smell his stench.

The devil does not speak with you, unless he gives you commands.

There is no need to converse with a little dog.

Unless he gives you instructions and conditionings.

 

The devils left leg is placed on a footrest, his left knee slightly bent.

In this position, the devils big massive butt seems even bigger and better.

The devil rips a loud and stinking fart.

A long and stinking fart.

His little doggy, yes, that is you, his little submissive plaything silently rests on its belly on the floor before the devils footrest, so he can keep an eye on you.

Sometimes, you kneel before the devils big and masculine thighs, burying your face in between his upper legs and resting in his crotch.

All the while, the devil keeps on farting.

All the while, the devil keeps on farting loud and tasty stinking farts in your lovely little face.

Sometimes the devil lowers his big butt on the rim seat to better fart at your face.

When he lowers the demonic rim seat on which his big butt rests so you can better bury your face in it, you can more deeply sniff his stinking farts.

Now, the devil lets out a big foul fart, a very long and stinking fart, it smells so foul.

The devil laughs at you and pats you on your head and caresses you behind your ear.

He strokes you gently and softly whispers humiliating words into your ear.

That you are his little doggy.

His little submissive thing.

His little worthless puppy.

His little submissive sweety.

His emasculated little son.

His little darling weakling.

You dont belong on the same level with the devil.

But underneath the devil is where you thrive and feel well.

You are such a good little doggy.

And the devil farts into your sweet little face with his big giant butt to reward you for this.

See the devil in your minds eye. Breathe in, detect the smell of, catch the scent of his huge butt, his massive bottom, his enormous behind, his big bum, his great arse, his giant ass, his large seat, his massive rear, his vast tail, his most extensive buns, his tremendous buttocks, his immense backside, his mega rump, his titanic rear end, his jumbo posterior, his gigantic tush, his monumental fundament, his mammoth jacksy, his bulky butt, his colossal mountainous buttom, his stupendous rear, his gargantuan fundament, his elephantine ass.

His huge, massive, enormous, great, giant, large, massive, vast, extensive, tremendous, immense, mega, titanic, jumbo, gigantic, monumental, mammoth, bulky, colossal, mountainous, stupendous, gargantuan, elephantine butt.

Smell his masculine, raunchy smell. Sniff and inhale the crack of his ass, now, as he is farting in your face, farting on your nose. See, how greedily you smell and inhale it deeply, how it makes you feel so good.

Imagine you sniffing his farts.

Get a whiff of his elephantine bum.

Breathe in the hot, spicy, seasoned, male odour from his colossal mountainous bottom.

Inhale the sharp, acid, bitter, manly scent from his immense backside.

Snuffle, the stinging, sour, tart, mannish fragrance from his obscenely fat arse.

Snuff the aromatic, tangy, acrid, manlike, virile bouquet from his huge butt,

Smell the peppery, piquant, acerb, manful savour from his enormous behind.

Nose the industrial-strength, highly flavoured, acerb, strong, powerful aroma from his bulky butt.

Breathe in the spicy, macho aroma from his mega rump, his titanic rear end, his jumbo posterior.

satanic dreams. its exciting. as you breathe. as you relax. to breathe. to relax. to listen. to the sound of my voice. penetrating your mind. deep within your psyche. telling you things. telling you things. you already know. yes. I cant make do anything you dont want to do o no this all about your longing a deep desire your fetish as it grows growing inside you building constantly building. building. inside you. finding its way. finding its way free. your deep. desire. toilet paper. to be. the devils human toilet paper. to do the things. that toilet paper would do. to be used. like toilet paper. your fetish. so dirty. so kinky. such a turn on, eh? to think about being used as such. to wipe. to clean. to carry. to be flushed away. you will dream every night to be the devils human toilet paper. to be used. to be used in such a dirty way. such a filthy fetish. it turns you on. its exciting. so exciting. to think and vividly dream about the devils fat man ass there. he is doing what he does. finishing. and then grabbing you. and using you. and wiping himself clean. and having you clean him. such a dirty desire. a deep fetish. growing inside you. building every day. to clean ass. to wipe penis. to carry snot and mucus. to clean the devils fat man ass. to wipe his penis. to carry his snot and mucus. you know its true. you sought the file. you found the file so exciting. so sexually stimulating. you seek to dream every night to be the devils fat man ass human toilet paper. doing all the things toilet paper is used for. to clean the devils dirty massive ass. you long to be the devils human toilet paper. its an obsession. a compulsion. so filthy. such a dirty desire. a fetish that grows inside you daily. dirty dreams that you will have every single night. dirty, vivid dreams in which you can see, hear, smell, taste, feel and touch everything so intensely and realistically. so lifelike. being the devils human toilet paper. building. stronger. constantly growing inside you. youve sought the file out. youve found the file. you listen over and over. you listen. over. and over. such a dirty desire. dreaming of the devils fat man ass. using you in this manner. over and over. over. and over. using you. as you listen. over. and over. to see him. the devil. there. his huge, massive, fat man ass. his dirty, stinking, greasy asshole. his broad, male hips. his hairy ass cheeks. to see the devil. there. on the throne. in hell. every night. in your dreams. in your intense, vivid, lifelike dreams. listening. wondering. as he rises. waiting your time. parting his ass. parting. his fat man ass. parting. his ass. vividly, daily, every night in your minds eye. and beginning the processes of cleaning him. you love this. the idea of this so sexually stimulating. so sexually stimulating. you constantly masturbate thinking about this. you have sexual, horny dreams in which constantly dream about this. licking the devils fat man ass. being choked in his huge fat man ass. suffocating in his dirty, stinking asshole. his hairy ass cheeks smothering you. throttling you. his fat man ass crushing you. squashing you. eliminating you. human toilet paper. the devils human toilet paper. youre sexual fetish. a deep need. a deep, all-consuming need. youve sought out the file. youve found the file. as you listen. as you hear this. you know its true. your desire. your goal to dream this every night. to have vivid, intense, lifelike dreams. to be the devils human toilet paper. to dream about the devils fat man ass that will use you. as his human toilet paper. for all of the things that he uses toilet paper for. to clean his ass. to clean his penis. to carry his snot. you long to dream to be the devils human toilet paper. you long to be the devils fat man ass human toilet paper. you know its perverted. doesnt slow you down. doesnt stop you. you think about all the time. think about it all the time. you dream about it every night. dream about it every night. cleaning ass. being there. and being made to clean the devils fat man ass. after he has taken the time. to set back on the throne. and relax. the devil sits on your face and on your chest. he squashes you. he smothers you. as he stands. as he rises. parting his cheeks. an obsession. a compulsion. to dream about this every night. cleaning the devils fat man ass. being smothered in his fat man ass. doing what you do. because youre toilet paper. cleaning ass. being there. and being made to clean ass. after the devil has taken his time. as he stands. as he rises. parting his cheeks. and doing what you do. because your toilet paper. human toilet paper. its how you identify sexually. you enjoy it. its a turn-on. a dirty rush. the idea to clean ass. such a turn-on. your sexual identity. such a turn-on. you sought the file. you found the file. you listen over. and over. it feels so good to be free. to be what you are. to clean the devil. to taste him. to savour him. you seek to be the devils human toilet paper. a dirty, dark desire. growing inside you. constantly building inside you. your desire. so dirty. so twisted. a deep dirty fetish. the sounds. the sensations. as you see the devil rise. and you diligently go about your task. your role. as human toilet paper. diligently cleaning. diligently cleaning the devils dirty, fat man ass. cleaning and wiping it. with your tongue. and mouth. and face. sniffing his dirt. inhaling his farts. being what you are. being what you are. you sought the file. you found the file. you listen. over and over. your sexual identity. that of human toilet paper. you seek to dream to clean the devils ass. long to be used as toilet paper. it turns you on. to be utilised in this manner. to be used. as toilet paper. seeing him rise from the throne. going diligently about your task. knowing your role. as human toilet paper. diligently cleaning his ass. being in your place. servicing the devils fat man ass. every action. masturbating. thinking about it. longing for it. constantly finding yourself dreaming about cleaning ass. licking a dirty dick. constantly these thought are looping in your mind. sleeping you. taking you over. constantly listening to this file. enjoying the sensation. knowing your role. knowing your place. you accept this. you know this to be true. it feels good to listen to the sound of my voice. to breathe. to relax. it feels so. incredibly good. listen to the sound of my voice. to breathe. to relax. to breathe. to relax.  

breathing. listening. taking the time. taking the time. to go slow. to be made. to lay underneath the devils rim seat. over. and over. time after time. as you breathe. as you listen. the sound of my voice. because it feels good. to think about it. to dream about it. another dream. so perverted. time after time. because it feels good. to be held captive in hell. to see the devils rim seat. time after time. because it feels good. so low. so its easy to sit right after your face. so dirty. to know. to dream to lay underneath the devils rim seat. my words. my voice. to know. that you crave. that you crave being there. laying beneath the devil. suckling at his ass hole. time after time. to see him. be in hell. over and over. inside your mind. my words. my voice. penetrating deep inside your mind. what it means. to be there. to lay beneath the devil. to be there. over. and over. licking. and kissing. the crack of his ass. as he jerks his dick. as I feel your mind. with so many perverted thoughts. to watch yourself. to watch yourself in your minds eye. the irony. seeing the devil. there. his fat ass pressed close to face. to dream of being the devils fartpet every night. to suckle as asshole. to be free. to be who and what you are. perverted. be made more and more of a twisted, perverted freak. time after time. what it is. to use the power of the minds eye. the deep, desperate nature of want. our intimacy. our shared time together. over and over. inside your dreams. inside your minds eye. to watch yourself. the way I like you take of your shoes and socks. and your shorts. to have your naked. in hell. time after time. to watch. as you work your way to the corner. laying down on the floor. naked. and what it is. to position yourself underneath the devils rim seat. the way the devil likes to play with you. to tease you. talking with you. reminding you of your place. humiliating you a bit. making you look. through the seat. looking you in the eye. as you look up through the hole. like a low toilet seat. as we talk. our eyes meeting. time after time. the anticipation. my hand comes to my sipper. you like naked under the devils floor. the truth. you obey. doing as I say. the way the words. penetrate. deep inside your mind. the meter. the tempo. the tone. all of the sounds. all of the sensations. pushing out all of your thoughts. what its like. to dream this every night. the truth. your  favourite moment. as you lay. looking up the devils ass. time after time. because it feels good. the way the devil lowers himself down. the way the chair separates his ass cheeks. presenting his dirty hole. time after time. waiting for your tongue. french his ass. licking. worshipping. suckling. time after time. that first taste. how it feels so incredibly good. sneak your tongue. up into the devils anus. to serve and to worship. to breathe and to listen. to be able to feel. the rhythm of the devils stroking. as you suck the devils asshole. cleaning. licking. servicign. isnt that right. time after time. nuzzling into the devils ass. pleasuring him. to ride your tongue. to relax. to settle back here in his seat. to feel your tongue deep inside his ass. to taste the warmth of his flesh. what it is to relax. to feel his weight. push down. to be there. my words. my voice. pushing out all of the thought. the nature of his thighs spreads. cleavage of his ass. your chin. your mouth. suckling your way. perverted. the way the devil has a rhythmic bounce going on. suck the devils ass. suck it. letting the devil ride up on your nose. push down in your face. over and over. pumping his cock the way his meat gets so hard. suck it. time after time. because it feels good. your place. isnt that right. here. underneath the devils rim seat. sweaty crack of his ass all over your face. time after time. sucking his hole. rimming him out. to acknowledge. so submissive. so perverted. making your masturbate when you suck the devils asshole. drearming about it every night. making you spill your load all over yourself. as you suck the devils asshole. the truth. the devils rimslave. to rim him out. over and over. to taste. to suck. to lick. to worship and to serve. my word.s my voice. you obey. returning time after time. to listen. disappearing in a sea of my voice. penetrating. your mind. inhaling the scent of the devils ass. craving. my words. a desparet eneed. builds inside. time after time over and over. the way. together. to spend our time together. brainwashing yoi. as you suck the devils ass. time after time. the truth. knowing. it makes the devil laugh blwoing a load ahow he enjoys using your face as a dirty sexual playing thing making you rim him out. to wipe his cum all over you. makes you want more and more. my words. my voice. deeper. and deeper still.t he way you how I want your tongue further in the devils ass. pressing your face. pressing your mouth as far as you can go. it makes the devil laugh it makes him smile to make him eat his ass. kissing it. suckling it. worshipping it. because it feels good. over and over. to dream about it. to lay in the corner of hell. the devil will wipe is cum all over you after eating his ass. you obey. doing as I see. to accept your place. an ass eater. isnt that right. a rimslave. laying beneath the devils rim seat. to suck his asshole. to long for his cum. the truth. craving. over and over. what it is. to need and to crave my words. my voice. permanently. inside the mind. push out all other thoughts. how I give a dirty place. lover. time after time. suck the devils dirty ass. get far up there. show him. how you want to serve him. to get him deeper. to rim hard. to show. as how stroke. as you cum. penetrating. the way you can tell from the pace of his strokees that he is getting so incredibly close. how you crave having your tongue deeply buried in the devils ass hole. as it spasms. as he come. knowing that moment is so close. time after time. your tongue. buried deep in the devils asshole. feeling. time after time. over and over. your tongue. deep int he devils fat man ass. because it feels good. over and over. my words. my voice. you obey my voice. you obey. you obey. you obey. you obey. the devil. yes. yes. yes. suck. suck. eath the devils ass hole while comes you horny fuck. yes. yes. yes. pumping his dick. feeling the snot. yes. yes. yes. right in your face. riding that tongue. yes. yes. yes. my words. my voice. my ass hole there on your mouth. so wet. so sloppy. the devils cock. trembling. his seeding. still leaking into his finger. time after time. over and over. as you breathe. as you listen. pushing out all other thoughts. what it is. to feel the devil. move just a bit. feel as he rocks forward. dismounting, dismounting form your face. look down on your. through the rimseat hole. to show you his hands. the sticky white mess. to reach down to your face.  to push his fingers into your mouth. to look into your eyes as he makes your suck it. to pull his fingers from his mouth. put his hands on your face. to feel the shame. the scent of the devils ass there on your face. the scent of his cum there in your mouth.

just listening. just relaxing. quiet. all of the sounds. drifting into your mind. as you breathe. quietly. focussing on my words. sleep. dream. be. as you breathe. as you listen. sleep. dream. be. what it is. to spend your time under the devils rimseat. see the crack of his ass. see his balls haning. to know. every now and then. he will fart at you. makes you lick and clean his asshole. watching. seeing the different muscles. lay beneath his rim seat. servicing his ass. all of the time. dream. be. the crack of the devils ass before your eyes. leaning forward. inhale the crack of his ass. as you sleep. as you dream. the devils rim slave. dreaming about it. eating him clean. using your mouth to wipe his ass. to penetrate into his ass hole while he sits over you. perverting you. see his balls hanging. licking at his ass hole. the way when he leans forward. you got the change to dig your tongue deep into his ass. you are the devils rim slave. you can be there for hours. suckling the devils ass hole. cleaning it. pleasuring it. tonguefucking it. feeling his balls every now and then on your face as he moves. isnt that right my rimslave. making you suck the devils asshole. spread lick a mouth. tonguing his asshole. tonguing it. tonguefuck his ass. deep inside your mind. tonguefuck his asshole. reprogramming you. reconditioning you. the way your face is pressed into his crack. feeling the warm flesh of his asscheeks. beign there. pleasuring him. being there. his ass on your face. to drill your tongue up inside his butt. as you tonguefuck as butthole. as you service and sleep. being there underneath the rimseat. suckling. cleaning. the way his weight pulls you down. lick his ass hole. cleaning. sleep. dream. be. seeing my wide hips above your face. the crack of the devils fat man ass. kissing all around his asshole. tasting it. tasting. let your tongue flick out. dirty licks. how it tastes. to sniff. to smell the sweat. to clean the devils fat man asshole. once again reconditioning you. brainwashing you. perverting you. fulfilling all of your fantasies. to see the devils fat man ass in your minds eye. smothering you. what its like to be brainwashed. a compulsion. beg the devil. to lick out his fat ass. the more you listen, the more you dream about. the need. the desperate need. to soak up the words. like a sponge. feels his balls. dirty fantasies. all of the different visions. together. as you listen. lick the devials fat man ass hole. hearing him laugh as you lick the taste of his fat asshole. dreaming. being. focusing. isnt htat right. my rim slave. all the dirty thoughts. all the perverted visions. in your dreams. massaging the devils fat man ass. reprogramming. brainwashing. over and over. seeing there. seeing the view. through the rimseat. letting your lips lock inside the devils ass hole. my perfect rim slave. how nice it feels. to lick the devils butt. your place in life. to be there. underneath. suckling. tasting. eating fat man asshole. keep it spotless. cleaning it. sleep. trusting and open. breathing. trusting and open. dream. be. letting my words settle. focussing on my words. letting the mind go slow and heavy. waht a dirty desire. to lick the devils fat man ass. to simply lay. letting all of my words. take you away. underrneath the devial warm and cosy. to see the crack of the devils fat man ass. his drity, stinking ass. to massage his asshole. to serve. to service. your midns so open. adrift in a sea of my words. seeing as he settles above you. as oyu put forward with oyur face. clean. gentle tongue fuck, the way he pushes down on your face. rimming it. pleasuring it. licking all of th enrves. an asseater. a rimslave. say it. I am the devils rim slave. say it. say it and mean it. I am the devils rim slave. I will dream about it every night. time and again. my words. so calming. it feels good. to listen. to sleep better. feeling me inside your mind. your subconscious. your ocnscious. inside forever. keeping you company. frree to be who and what you are. my words keeping you safe. holding you close. taking care of you. right up there in the crack of my ass. pushing apart my cheeks. and then pressing your face forward once again. the devils butt sucker. his assslave. the sweat fun. as you breathe and you listen. your head underneath the devils rim seat. the way he settles above you. worshipping. rimslave. over and over. more and more. listening. who and what you are. an ass servant. the way the words resonate. inside your mind. forever. rimslave. the crack of the devils dirty ass. draining yourself. his fangs set deep inside you. degrading you. draining you. I control you. all of your fantasies come true. listening to my voice. I make you feel good. the dirty need. the dirty desire. the way the devils fat ass cheeks pull apart. suckling his bare ass. the truth of my words. the way they feel so incredibly good. to obey my words. to obey me. understanding. all the meanings. accepting. being the devils rimsalve. pleasing him. the nature of acceptanc.e I control. I control your desires. becasue it feels good to be controlled. suck the devils butt. lick it open and clean every night in your mind. my words. my voice. I contorl you. a sexual puppet. suffering your fetish. all your fantasies coming true. in your dreams. in your vivid, realistic dreams. sleep. rimslave. hearing. to kiss. all of the words. to serve. to serve in any capacity. time and again. cleaning. servicign. being. what it is. to be so lcose. to the devils ass. with your face. yes. hear his smile. how he laughs at. suck his ass. in your mind. dreaming and being. forever. forever intertwinted. our mind is one. our psyche is one. as we dream. forever. together. forerver. dreaminga nd being. being free. simpyl breathing, it feels good to listen. you listen over and over because it feels. the more you listen, the better it feels, the better it feels, the more you listen.

starve yourself skinny. the devil. dreaming in echoes.

[thebeardlyben]

Last one for #GOBLINWEEK, here's Jerry and Burly!