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Disclaimer: This story contains content that should not be read by people underneath the age of 21. It is 100% fiction and has no bearing on reality whatsoever. 100% fiction means real life rape is WRONG. The author does not condone illegal and immoral actions described. If you feel rape in the real world is a good thing, bend over in a prison and whistle dixie. While I'm disclaiming, racism, homophobia and other bigotry of any kind are also really fucking stupid. I don't own The Simpsons, or any characters and make no profit from this story. Please read the story codes above to ensure that you are not going to be offended by, or otherwise dislike, the content. This was written for my own user prompt 'snuff'

Description: Comic Book Guy has cause to regret using his vlog to endorse snuff movies

Content Codes: MF, ncon, pwp, F-dom, bond, drugs, exhib, hand, snuff



Simpsons: Comic Book Guy's Snuff Movie
by JD [email protected]

Comic Book Guy's increasingly acerbic vlogs had become an internet phenomenon. It was considered highly amusing to see a grossly overweight nerd rant eloquently about movies, comics, and the most annoying parts of his own life. The rant that made him super famous, though, was a hugely misogynistic vlog in favour of commercial snuff movies featuring attractive girls. He had been put into a bad mood by a girl who came into his store, and was inspired by the movie 8mm. Some even intended to complain in person, but found his store closed throughout the week following.

Finally, a new vlog was uploaded onto his website's streaming video page. The thousands of angry activists and amused internet users who hit the play button were met with an extreme close up of his stubby but erect penis. Calls of trolling were made in the comments, as well as a certain sympathetic recognition that were it not for all the fat he might appear longer than four inches. The webcam was then moved back to show him tightly bound into a chair.

There was clear panic and fear in the fat man's eyes, beneath a vicious gash in his forehead that seemed to have only recently stopped bleeding. He was completely naked - a sight even the most ardent of chub fans would have skipped - and tied with his legs as wide as they could be pulled. Thick black cord lopped dangerously tight around his ankles, securing them to the chair legs. The skin around the cord was brightly purple, while his feet were almost white. Hidden from the camera, his wrists were pulled back and tied equally firmly.

If he had a sarcastic retort about his painful bondage, he could not share it with the vlog's audience. Duct Tape was wrapped three or four times around his lower face, completely covering his mouth. He shook his head fiercely, but otherwise had no freedom to move his body. There didn't even seem to be enough leverage for him to rock the chair over. The viewers had a moment to take the unpleasant yet almost peaceful sight in, before a cable running up from off camera and between his great buttocks jiggled slightly. Someone had plugged it in off camera.

Comic Book Guy began to really grunt and shout. The big black dildo up his ass was plugged right into the mains supply and going like a jackhammer. It had been forced up without lube while he was still unconscious. Comic Book Guy had thought the discomfort couldn't get any worse until it began vibrating like a bridge in an earthquake. All the viewers knew was that he was squirming and crying and it was somehow connected to the sudden jiggle on the cable.

Based on the visible veiny straining hardness of his member, many assumed he was deeply aroused by the bondage. Again, they didn't know that certain small pills had been forced down his throat while he was unconscious. His assailant wanted the vlog to be as painfully humiliating as possible. She was making a point with Comic Book Guy, one she shared with the audience as she stepped into the webcam view to stand beside him.

She wore a leather full-face mask with a built in voice distorter, designed as a kid's toy. It hid her face and her voice, but there was no hiding her overly muscular body. Her arms bulged like Rainier Wolfcastle's, while a tight white t-shirt and thigh shorts outlined 250 pounds of hard muscle. She wore leather gloves which creaked as she made fists. This was Ruth Powers a former neighbour of the Simpson family and present crazed steroid abuser.

"This piece of shit made a video calling for pretty girls to be killed for money on the internet. I have a daughter! She shouldn't have to hide her beauty because of pathetic fuckers like this fat asshole! So... all of you out there watching your great masculine prophet of misogyny, and commenting how great his ideas are... what do you think to that snuff plan now?"

She flexed her arms for the camera, cutting two classic poses that showed the sheer power she had built up through hard workouts and injected steroids. Comic Book Guy was really fighting, terrified of dying in his own basement. Vlog viewers tried to call the Springfield Police, only to get an automated message that they were all out getting donuts. It didn't matter - the vlog wasn't live. Others stayed glued to their monitors as the masked muscle woman stood behind the terrified fat man, and wrapped one hard arm around his neck. The mask saved her smelling his pungent sweaty terror; if it wasn't for the dildo in his ass, he might have shit all over the chair.

"Ladies and Gentlemen of the misogynistic internet community," Ruth began, with the electronic distortion making her voice seem coldly emotionless, "it's time to snuff this fat tub of shit out once and for all."

Ruth reached down and took Comic Book Guy's little prick in her hand. It was quite a stretch to get past his stomach and still maintain her chokehold on his throat. She squeezed hard enough to draw a high pitched yelp from him. She felt the heat even through the cold leather of her glove. Ruth stroked his shaft in short hard strokes and finished the job that the giant dildo pulverising his prostate had started. He felt momentary pleasure through his fear. Semen fountained in a high watery stream from his bruising cock. He hadn't shot so hard for a long time. Drops even splashed the webcam's small lens. Ruth twisted her hard arm as he came. She grunted with the effort. There was a sickening crack of vertebrae, and then Comic Book Guy's head lolled limply. The video faded to black with harsh electronic laughter blasting from the viewers' speakers.

Comic Book Guy had been snuffed, but only Ruth had enjoyed it.

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