"the invention R-18G" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/esMPcfyr Created on: Friday 19th of July 2019 10:06:20 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:08:52 AM UTC The Invention The king was victorious. The war had been long and terrible, but the rebels had been defeated and peace had been restored to the land. But a return to the way things had been was not enough after so much suffering, the king had broken the terms on which the rebels had thrown down their weapons. Every single rebel was arrested and locked in dungeons across the realm to await royal retribution. The king would brook no dissent, women might have the right to wear a top one day, might even be considered proper humans with OTHER rights, but it would NOT be during the reign of King Tittyfucker, and if he had to execute every one of the 10,000 females who had revolted and protested to make that point, so be it. He had made a royal proclamation, the crown needed a new device to kill these traitors. It had to be public, it had to be painful and humiliating, and the one who brought it to him had to supply their own test subject, but the inventor who brought him the device he ended up choosing would be a wealthy man, and the torturers and executioners of the kingdom could see the rest, so there were more chances for sudden wealth. The inventors came from far and wide, even from other kingdoms. King Tittyfucker watched them demonstrate a huge array of brilliant/terrifying devices on pigs, watermelons, dummies, anything they could get their hands on. The royal dungeon master took a liking to a few, the king had his right hand get contact information for a few who stood out a bit above the rest, but there were none who really grabbed his attention, none that were ‘this is the one!!’ That is, not until Harold and Melinda. It was the end of a long day, the king had seen probably 20 inventions (none of them especially exciting) and had to deal with endless matters of state. Ending the rebellion had been expensive, keeping the rebels locked up cost more money, and his finane minister was worried, they needed to kill the prisoners, release them, or just stop feeding them, but they needed to do it quickly, and they needed to raise taxes or there would be more trouble. King Tittyfucker was hesitant, raising taxes right after taking a good percentage of the women in the kingdom and indirectly denying many of his subjects sex……that could cause another uprising right there. He would give it more thought after the last inventor of the day. The man was announced and entered with a large covered wagon and a young girl. He approached the throne and bowed before the king “ M’lord, I am Harold, and this is my daughter Melinda, she is 14. I had three other daughters, but after the testing of my invention, she is my last, and she will be my demonstration subject today, if it please your highness”. The king nodded, eyeing the girl. She had a pretty face, sprinkled with freckles, with big green eyes, bright red hair, and an adorable button nose. She was reasonably tall for her age, and a skinny girl, but not painfully so, with a trimmed patch of ginger fuzz above her sex, and super perky breasts, upturned and firm, and dashed with the same freckles all across them, obviously still developing. She was nude as the law required, and she knew enough to look directly at the king as was proper, but she was biting her lip, obviously scared of whatever was coming for her. The king openly leered at her, Melinda squirmed a bit, but did not cover herself in any way. Her father needed this contract, he would remarry and have more children when this was over, and he needed to be able to support them if the kingdom was going to be repopulated. Her father used the moments of distraction to pull the tarp off of his creation and get it on the ground, unfolding the steel frame. It had a solid base and what appeared to be a bicycle seat with a metal bit in the center, between two upright sections extending ten feet straight up, and ending in a bulky metal ring. “ If it please your grace” said Harold with a small bow, he took his daughter by the hand and led the now trembling girl to the contraption. He sat her on the bicycle seat and secured her with a number of straps and bars until it resembled nothing so much as the seat on a roller coaster. Melinda was crying, hot tears running down her cheeks. She opened her mouth, maybe to plead for her life, and her father shoved a rag in, gagging her. “ As your grace can see, my daughter is unable to free herself. Now with a press of a button, the matal you noticed on the seat will slide back, revealing a spit. It will slide up into her vaginal passage, about a foot before it locks in. Then small claws will extend and sink into her flesh from the inside. To take her off would tear her apart, at least until the machine reaches the last part of the cycle and retracts the blades. I only explain this because from out here, we will only see her reaction to the pain, and blood from her crotch”. The king nodded “Interesting, proceed”. Harold pressed the button, there were a series of clicks, then ripping noises. Melinda was screaming, thrashing like an animal as blood began to drip down. Then the seat began to rise slowly. The king watched with interest, Harold held up a finger and lowered a small funnel on the side that Tittyfucker hadn’t noticed before. It was connected to a pipe that went to a small tank on the bottom. Harold took a small copper coin and dropped it in. The set stopped rising for a moment, and Melinda screamed, then it continued “ It gave her a decent electric shock my lord. There is a scanner inside, the more valuable the coin, the greater the shock and the longer the pause. The machines are not cheap because of what I have in them, but with the number of rebels, they should turn a profit before long”. Tittyfucker was watching with great interest at this point, he took a few coins from his own pock (gold and silver, Harold noticed) and tossed them in, one at a time. Melinda WAILED through her gag and pissed herself from the silver ones, the gold ones resulted in her being shocked senseless, with the seat stopping for a full minute, rising again just as she uncrossed her eyes. Tittyfucker was THRILLED, he had his servants fetch more coins. Finally after Melinda had been up there for nearly an hour, she was approaching the top of the contraption. Tittyfucker had thrown more than Harold make in a year into the contraption, Melinda was dehydrated and weak from blood loss, seeing double, and Harold was grinning openly, he had a really good feeling about this. Finally Tittyfucker wanted to see how it ended. He stopped throwing coins, and Melinda eventually reached the top, her head passing through the circle up top, and the seat coming to a stop when her neck was placed in the ring. There was a click, a beep, and blades concealed in the bulky ring slipped shut, slicing neatly through her neck. The seat lowered back down, the headless body convulsing and geysering blood. Tittyfucker didn’t even think, he just found himself on his feet, applauding “Bravo, magnificent!!” Harold was delighted “Thank you my liege! I’m sure Melinda would be very happy to know that her death pleased you. Also, I know my lord is fond of psychological torment, so my lord will notice that the blades have not opened up top, and her head is still up there. They can be opened with the press of this button, or they open automatically when the cycle starts again, he head would fall and hit whoever is sitting there next. If a victim were to have a mother or daughter or sister who could go next, the reaction might be….amusing”. Tittyfucker was just giddy at this point, Harold had very clearly won the competition, they got the royal bankers and lawyers out to take care of the details, every meaningful town would have at least one of these, and heads were going to roll. Tittyfucker arranged for a number of rebels to be moved to palace cells for his own personal use. Harold was allowed to keep the money in the box, he was made mayor of his town, the debts of the crown disappeared in weeks, and the crowds demanded harsher laws to ensure more deaths on this wonderful machine. Everybody won….if you didn’t count the females who would die by the thousands on these machines, and somehow nobody ever counted them.