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Abominangel
Deicidal Damnator
- Joined
- Jul 26, 2019
- Location
- A Utopian Hell
3 Things:
-I'm kink friendly but just don't dig penises, whatever your kink is as long as you're not a dude, lmk.
-None of my kinks are mandatory, but at least a few of them need to be put in. Which should be easy enough, they all boil down to suffering.
-This is about a soul inhabiting multiple dimensions at the same time, suffering eternally in all of them! It's dark.
No kinks are mandatory. The only relevant limit: Consent is a turn off, except others having consensual sex to make her jealous. She has to crush on those who don't fuck her and not want to be fucked by those who do fuck her. No lovey dovey or saving her please.
Whatever your kink is, LMK!
Heather's Good Life
"Soft"core, more plausible per experience.
Heather Mulqueany needs to be SPANKED!
She needs to have her mouth soaped.
She must stare at a wall, knowing that everyone can see her bare bottom shivering but unable to see anything but dry paint.
She must hear footsteps, then be suddenly grabbed and marched pantsless through the halls, the streets, everywhere and spanked the whole way.
She gets played with by doctors who strap her down and tie her feet apart while her siblings and their friends and student nurses all watch, along with her parents' friends and any legal observer.
She might endure far worse, but at a minimum, she's frequently mortified and physically pained, gaslighted, and tormented by countless mindgames and other terrors, while everyone around here has at least a decent if not an exceptionally good life.
Heather's Typical Life
Hell that is technically possible, though unlikely. On the likeliest end of this category, it could happen to someone and make the news, or she's very isolated and faces on in a billion bad luck. At the unlikliest end, it's sci fi or demon fantasy.
She suffers pretty much every day.
On the best of these, she's born under normal circumstances and simply never loved, always punished. Her mom randomly punishes her and has given permission to pretty much everyone to do with her as they please. She'll at least at some point face tortuous pain and probably mortifying humiliation.
Most of these lives involve long periods of time where she faces intense cold punishment sprinkled with hot punishments E.g.: She must walk around naked, her nipples pierced by safety pins with flashcards attached. At random, she's tied by her tongue to the back of a horse that sttrolls through the streets as she's paddled and her mother calls to everyone "Heather Mulqueany gets spaankedd! Heather Mulqueany needs to get her spankings and Heather Mulqueany gets! Her! Spaaayynk innngss!" as she paddles her daughter.
At the worst iterations, she is born in tub of liquid pain, crawls out screaming and wheezing, and endlessly tortured for the rest of her life. Which could be forever, but even if she never dies, she lives in other dimensions, made of the same soul.
In all of these, strange contraptions can be used, that I'll edit into this prompt later, because right now I'm getting carpel tunnel.
Her worst lives
Do not end. In some dimensions, her soul occupies endless oceans of liquid flesh that suffers, with trees sprouting from them, each with he ass or legs or breasts or face popping out in a infinite locations to be stung, peed on, rained on by boiling water, whipped by vines and branches made from her own body. She is her Hell.
-I'm kink friendly but just don't dig penises, whatever your kink is as long as you're not a dude, lmk.
-None of my kinks are mandatory, but at least a few of them need to be put in. Which should be easy enough, they all boil down to suffering.
-This is about a soul inhabiting multiple dimensions at the same time, suffering eternally in all of them! It's dark.
No kinks are mandatory. The only relevant limit: Consent is a turn off, except others having consensual sex to make her jealous. She has to crush on those who don't fuck her and not want to be fucked by those who do fuck her. No lovey dovey or saving her please.
Whatever your kink is, LMK!
Heather's Good Life
"Soft"core, more plausible per experience.
Heather Mulqueany needs to be SPANKED!
She needs to have her mouth soaped.
She must stare at a wall, knowing that everyone can see her bare bottom shivering but unable to see anything but dry paint.
She must hear footsteps, then be suddenly grabbed and marched pantsless through the halls, the streets, everywhere and spanked the whole way.
She gets played with by doctors who strap her down and tie her feet apart while her siblings and their friends and student nurses all watch, along with her parents' friends and any legal observer.
She might endure far worse, but at a minimum, she's frequently mortified and physically pained, gaslighted, and tormented by countless mindgames and other terrors, while everyone around here has at least a decent if not an exceptionally good life.
Heather's Typical Life
Hell that is technically possible, though unlikely. On the likeliest end of this category, it could happen to someone and make the news, or she's very isolated and faces on in a billion bad luck. At the unlikliest end, it's sci fi or demon fantasy.
She suffers pretty much every day.
On the best of these, she's born under normal circumstances and simply never loved, always punished. Her mom randomly punishes her and has given permission to pretty much everyone to do with her as they please. She'll at least at some point face tortuous pain and probably mortifying humiliation.
Most of these lives involve long periods of time where she faces intense cold punishment sprinkled with hot punishments E.g.: She must walk around naked, her nipples pierced by safety pins with flashcards attached. At random, she's tied by her tongue to the back of a horse that sttrolls through the streets as she's paddled and her mother calls to everyone "Heather Mulqueany gets spaankedd! Heather Mulqueany needs to get her spankings and Heather Mulqueany gets! Her! Spaaayynk innngss!" as she paddles her daughter.
At the worst iterations, she is born in tub of liquid pain, crawls out screaming and wheezing, and endlessly tortured for the rest of her life. Which could be forever, but even if she never dies, she lives in other dimensions, made of the same soul.
In all of these, strange contraptions can be used, that I'll edit into this prompt later, because right now I'm getting carpel tunnel.
Her worst lives
Do not end. In some dimensions, her soul occupies endless oceans of liquid flesh that suffers, with trees sprouting from them, each with he ass or legs or breasts or face popping out in a infinite locations to be stung, peed on, rained on by boiling water, whipped by vines and branches made from her own body. She is her Hell.