Kkat's Spanktorium!, Her humble beginnings. Options

[Nihilistic One]

Oh boy, Kkat. Everybody who's read the Fallout: Equestria thread might know that before she was inspired to write a story raping Fallout with a horse penis-shaped dildo, she wrote furry torture fetish porn, but were unable to read it due to requiring an account. Well, today I finally gave up on my life completely and signed on for an account to check her profile out. What I saw was... horrible. Let's call it Deep Hurting Part Two. Now, I couldn't pass this shit up, so I decided to give you an appetizer of what Kkat wrote before she became enamored with Technicoloured Equines That I Am Entitled To. Enjoy, you cockmunchers.

Preface:
Some time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, I screamed to the heavens, "I will make a serious story set in the aftermath of a nuclear war containing a character named Paladin Strawberry Lemonade! Also, a well-meaning friend directed me to a story on the internet called "Timmy's Unpleasant Encounter of the Mechanical Kind" by Nialos Leaning. The story was Not My Thing™,

Bitch please, your joke-telling privileges have been revoked due to torture porn.

but despite not enjoying it, I could see why my friend directed me to it

Let me guess, he hates you and wants to end your pitiful existence by making you read bad stories until you finally kill yourself to stop the madness?

-- it had some delicious potential.

In case you're wondering, that story is also shit. Yeah, Fallout: Equestria was doomed from the start for reasons not related to the shittiness of the concept.

So I started toying with it.

Much to the chagrin of sane people everywhere.

At first, I merely changed the age, gender and species of the victim.

My god, she always indulged in a fine platter of copypasta, didn't she!? This explains so much of Fallout WITH PONIES...

Then I started deleting bits I didn't like.

Were she not deserving of a painless death (I say this because a painful death would probably turn her on and I wouldn't want her to enjoy her death), she would have had nothing to work with after removing every bad part. Seriously, Kkat is no Marquis de Sade when it comes to torture porn.

And changing other bits. And fluffing out the details in some areas. And adding bits to make it a little meaner. And a little meaner. And a little meaner.

Before I knew it, I had something over twice the original's length,

Yeah, her stories always suffered from a severe case of tl;dr. Then again, would any of you in the audience be able to edit this without shooting yourselves?

significantly different,

TOTLALY ORIGINAL GUYZ DUNT STEEL!

and a lot meaner.

Yeah, this story wedgied me and called my mother a whore!

Here it is. I'm sorry that I can't say this is an "original" work of mine, because it is not.

You don't say? By the way, this whole author's note has been one delicious helping of bullshit.

But most of what you will be reading is from my own twisted mind.

Had she only gotten some psychological help, we would all be spared this shit.

Enjoy!

Impale yourself on a cock! Oh, wait, torture fetishist. I retract that statement.

(Oh, and PS: this story involves sexual torture and not much more.

Well, at least she's honest about the lack of meaningful substance in this story.

And it's evil. Don't read if you are offended by that sort of thing.)

Fortunately for you guys, I never respected these shitty disclaimers.

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Spankatorium


"Annie Mitciv, report to booth A in Spankatorium 3,"

We're off to a great start. By the way, Spankatorium 3 sounds like a desperate porno Ron Jeremy would do to revive his porn career.

announced a very pleasant female voice.

Nervously and ever so slowly, the sixteen-year-old vixen Annie stood up.

Fuck, looks like we're in for some underage furry yiff! Please click out right now if you don't want to be busted by the feds.

"It's show time, kiddo," announced Tom, her older brother and legal guardian.

Why would anyone's brother be okay with this shit? Maybe Kkat is writing from experience...

After graduating college, Tom had come home to raise molest her and her sisters and pimp them out to the fullest degree.

"Great!" gloated Jennifer, her thirteen-year-old, snowy-furred sister and primary cause of her current predicament.

Goddammit, that stupid little cunt just had to borrow that million dollars from the Mob, didn't she?

"Goody, goody," giggled her younger sister Sammy from behind her tail.

Please, I'm already shaken up enough of seeing a drawing you did of a girl taking a chainsaw up the cunny, please don't turn this into unbirth.

Age eleven, Sammy was the other source of her immediate problem.

She just had to blow up that million-dollar robot with Jennifer, didn't she?

Annie once again opened her mouth to protest, as she had done for hours before, but Tom cut her off with a raised paw before she could squeak out a word. Her heart sank, even though she had known Tom was not going to listen. Instead, she turned and glowered her guilty younger siblings. They knew the truth, and so did she... but her Annie was so frightened about what lay ahead that her stare was more pitiful than intimidating.

Jennifer stuck out her tongue. Annie looked away.

Turning to the right, her eyes flickered off the four large video monitors at the front of the waiting room. Monitors showing the damage that the dreaded spanking machines, one in each spankatorium (one for the boys and three for the girls), were doing to the bare behinds of other kids.

But how... what... why...



Kids just like her, some of whom she knew from school.

What the fuck is this shit how does this work why would they do this children oh my god Kkat should've been strangled at fucking birth my god what do her parents think i need punctuation oh god hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate HATE!

A school where, unlike parents and teachers, none of the kids were happy about the newly built Juvenile Punishment Center.

Okay, that has got to violate a law or two. Wait, we mustn't let logic get in the way of Kkat's sexual fantasies.

Making her hesitant way toward the doors of her unwanted fate, Annie's glance caught the array of monitors for the sixteen turntables in Spankatorium 3. Most of the slowly rotating tables were occupied by teenage girls, some sobbing profusely.

The others were obviously all manifestations of Kkat's fursona. It wouldn't surprise me, to be honest.

Seeing her name, her eyes focused on the small computer screen next to the monitor for empty turntable 8. A computer screen that now listed her punishment sequence. A listing that quite literally froze her in her tracks. A listing that could have been summarized in one sentence. A listing that is the reason why Nihilistic One hates. A listing that is getting in the way of the mock.

Her brother had sentenced her to a naked-bottom level four "standard" spanking, to be followed by twenty-four hours of remaining nude below the waist. But the screen indicated that she was to receive a completely naked level 5 spanking, with afterwards forty-eight hours without any clothes or other coverings.

Wow, Kkat details punishment with almost as loving of a rendering as she does vomitsturbation. I wonder what this says about her?

Obviously, the computer had recommended that based on her latest "misbehavior" and her past history as input by Tom, she deserved the higher severity of punishment.

Do you mean that you'll make her go swimming in cement shoes?

A recommendation that, since it was listed, her brother must have had agreed with.

It got worse. Much worse. With a choked sob, she read that her measurements had been taken into account and she had been deemed suitably proportioned. Her bottom would not be receiving her punishment. Her breasts would!

Reading Kkat's stories and looking at her art, you can tell that she really has a fixation on tits getting the living shit beaten out of them. I don't even need to comment on how fucked up she is, do I?

It was so unfair! It was so mean! Boys are always spanked on the bottom! But girls, the moment they develop past an A-cup, their punishments are transferred to a much more sensitive, vulnerable place! Why oh why did the government make it like that, Annie questioned, her arms raising protectively to her sweet young breasts.

Please stop describing her tits as young, Kkat. I'm starting to think that you might be a paedophile.

Annie was scared, very scared. This was the first time for any of the Mitcivs at the Erutrot Avenue JPC, or any other JPC for that matter. Not surprising, as Erutrot Avenue had only been open for a little over two weeks, and it was only five months ago that the very first JPC in the country had began blistering the behinds and breasts of misbehaving youngsters ages twelve to seventeen. Her siblings were happy to be here, she wasn't. But then, they were here to see the show; she was going to be the show!

But... how could her family... GAAAAAH!



I'm going to go curl up in my room in a fetal position and come back when I scrub my brain with bleach. Ciao!

[Al_Cone]

Well, there goes any chance of me ever defending Fallout: Equestria again. I mean, I knew she wrote depraved shit, but actually reading that depraved shit makes it so much worse.

You need to work on your formatting, by the way.

[Nihilistic One]

You need to work on your formatting, by the way.

How so?

[Nihilistic One]

By the way, did you know that Kkat wrote a longer series related to torture of some poor girl's tits and two stories devoted to either having a girl's vagina either spread apart to unrealistic lengths or having an anvil stuck in it? No? Well now you do! I'm such a good Samaritan.

"Booth 3-A, two minutes and forty seconds remaining," the gentle female voice intoned,

Goddammit Annie, I hope your science skill is high enough to deactivate the nuke. Oh who am I kidding, you'll just save before attempting and spam until you finally do it.

bringing the entranced Annie out of her daze. She now noticed that on "her" screen

Wait, why the - oh god, Annie's a tranny! Hey, that rhymes. Now there's a small bit of joy in my heart. Let's see how quickly Kkat can snuff that out.

next to her first punishment item of "completely naked"

Yeah, well that's, like "bullshit" in my "opinion" and hey Kkat, why are you using "unnecessary quotation marks" instead of (obnoxious run-on parenthetical sentences)?

a timer was counting down, second by second. It now read "02:16." She remembered the officer at the registration desk saying that to avoid a penalty, she had three minutes from when she was called to a preparation booth to being in the state of undress specified for her punishment.

Goddam, these guys really expect her to be punctual when she knows what they're going to do. What, when they execute her are they going to say, "Look bitch, you've got precisely 2:03.2158345788654322 minutes to have your last rites read to you and thank the priest for informing you how fucked you are. If you take a second longer, we'll rip your lungs out with anesthesia used on you"?

"Holy shit," she muttered to herself, quickly moving toward the doorway. She hoped no one had overheard her swear; she just couldn't help herself.

You're in a torture facility. Them getting pissed at you for swearing would be a bit like getting pissed at a guy for jerking-off in a brothel.

With much trepidation and very little bravery,

I see Kkat's flair for the obvious and love of saying more than necessary was always a huge part of her writing.

Annie entered Spankatorium 3 just as the female voice informed the waiting room, "Booth 3-A, one minute and fifty-eight seconds remaining."

Annie felt as if all of the nearly hundred pairs of eyes in the almost full theater were staring at her as she made her way to the "prep" booth in the left rear corner. Why did the government have to sell tickets to the "show," wondered the flustered girl.

GOVERNMENT! Should've known that The Man was responsible for this shit. The hippies were right!

In actuality, many in the audience were much more interested in what was currently going on center stage, where the spanker was doing a wicked number on a loudly screaming and very naked fourteen-year-old skunkgirl.

Why is it that in the fantasies of furfags, child molestation and other forms of abuse are a-OK? Wait, don't answer that. That's an emotional Pandora's Box I don't want to open.

Others were concentrating their stares on the naked and pantless teens stationed on the turntables scattered about the u-shaped stage.

Fucking crazy rave. I imagine that the music would help make up for it a bit.

Not a single girl was making the least effort to cover her exposed privates. Annie knew why. They had been told at a school assembly that trying to "cover up" would mean having their hands tied behind their backs and a much more severe spanking.

Kkat? I have a question.

WHAT IN THE NAME OF JESUS CHRIST'S BALLSACK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?

Just as she entered the glass booth, Annie noticed the bare bottomed little girl of about twelve leaving the booth in the other corner had obviously hard nipples poking at her thin shirt.

Guys, I think we've finally found Hotsauce's soul-mate! I'll just call them up and try to set up a blind date and hopefully they'll be too busy beating off to their sick fetishes together instead of causing actual damage.

They only heightened her anxiety as it reminded her that her own nipples hardened each and every time she got nude. It was as if her nipples, once set free, just had to turn to rocks in order to better enjoy all that air and light.

Or it was as if you were written by some sick fuck who gets off to underage furries getting whipped.

Silently sliding closed, the booth door locked behind her. "Annie Mitciv, welcome to booth 3-A," said the female voice, still pleasant but somehow authoritarian at the same time. "Please remove all your clothes except for shoes and socks. Place your removed items in the open locker in front of you."

"Yes, ma'am," Annie felt compelled to respond, yet feeling foolish in answering a computerized, synthesized voice.

Don't you mean foalish? HURR HURR HURR I slay myself sometimes!

As she stripped down, a digital clock ticked off her remaining time. Every ten seconds, the voice also enunciated the time she had left. She paused, swallowing

Hey, we haven't gotten to the yiff yet!

and summoning the will to unbutton her blouse. She didn't wear a bra, even a training one, although her chest was more than ample enough to warrant one.

So Kkat is one of those bra-burners. Wow, the evidence against her piles up more by the minute...

Nervously, she peeled off her blouse, exposing her tits. Her nipples were already hard and thrusting from the orbs of her breasts through her fur. Her instinct was to cover them, but she knew better, and spent precious seconds forcing her hands to remain at her sides. With fifteen seconds to go, only her white cotton panties were protecting her modesty. She once more froze, she just couldn't take them off and show her pussy! At the ten second mark, the voice started a countdown, "Ten, nine, eight..." Still, the girl kept her hands from her panties, breathing hard, and her nubs getting even harder, perhaps from fear.

... I can't even comment on this, so have a video of Dan shimmying for ten minutes. It's probably a better use of your time.

"Three, two, one, time,"

Yeah, step forward, step back, kick your legs out, punch with your right arm, and then repeat with the other arm. Feel the burn, Annie! Can't you fucking feel it? Taking jazzercise classes was the best idea you've ever had!

said the voice, immediately following with an emphatic "Penalty!"

Goddammit, that's five points off! Now how's her ski-ball team going to keep their gym open?

Annie moved her trembling hands to her underpants. "Session increased one level, to level six. Additional penalty for every ten seconds not ready, ten, nine, eight..." The distressed Annie couldn't quite bring herself to remove her last small piece of clothing despite the severity of the penalty. Now instead of her strokes being five times her age, equally split between a small paddle and a tawse, they would be six times, similarly split.

Oh, it's just Annie's birthday and they're giving her the traditional birthday beating. Didn't we all go through this as children?

It also meant that she would now be spending sixty minutes, a whole hour, on the turntable, both before and then again after her spanking, rather than fifty.

She hadn't even known that there was a level six.

Yeah, that Turbo Tunnel was a bitch, wasn't it? Most people weren't aware that there was a level after three.

In school they had been told the highest level the person sentencing you could assign was five. Didn't the dumb computer know that? Oh, yeah, that was right, she now remembered. As a penalty, one of the things the computer in the girl's spankatoriums could do is increase levels. And because it was a penalty, the new level didn't need approval of the original sentencer.

That seems like a pretty shitty system. Didn't Karl Marxkat do any research into how punishment systems generally work?

The boy's spankatoriums, she recalled, could add additional days of naked time.

Bow-chicka-bow-wow?

Part of the government's "Girl's need stricter punishments and boys need longer ones"

Most guys always want a lot of things longer.

philosophy.

You know, there was one philosopher who constantly preached that children need to be sexually tortured. His works never caught on.

She'd seen boy's forced to go naked at school for almost a week, and had been glad girls didn't get sentences like that. Now, she'd have done anything to trade.

"Three, two, one, penalty!" informed the now dreaded voice. "Sixteen extra strokes, with the cane." Oh god no! Not the cane!

"Oh no, not my grandma's walking stick! How's she supposed to walk!?"

"Ten, nine, eight..." And sixteen?! But cane penalties were supposed to be only half her age! She opened her mouth to protest, but then remembered. No, half your age was for the boys. And they would suffer three times the wait between strokes. How the hell was that supposed to make it even?

I don't know, just shut up and yiff so I can clear my stomach of the crap in it.

"Seven, six, five ..." The terrifying pronouncement propelled Annie to action. Ever so reluctantly, she inched her panties off. Unfortunately for her, she didn't quite have them off when the next ten second interval elapsed.

How bad of coordination do you have to have to take longer than ten seconds to take your underwear off?

"Penalty! Session increased one level, to level seven. Ten, nine, eight..." Horror filled her. Now her strokes would be seven times her age, split between paddle and tawse! Time at the turntable maxed out at an hour, but the new level had its own "special" addition. Something she'd never heard about before. The monitor detailed it. Transfixed, she stared at the screen, reading. Upon being fixed to the turntable, she was going to be injected with something. They were going to stick her with a needle! The medicine was something with a really long name she couldn't possibly read,

Hello, justification for Kkat to not do any bloody research!

but the description of what it did was all too clear. She knew what the words "temporary, accelerated lactation" meant. The computer was going to make her breasts start making milk before it beat them!

You know, the comments say this story is incredibly hot. When I take over the world, let it be know that Kkat and all other furfags will be the first against the wall.

"Three, two, one. Penalty! Session increased one level, to level eight. Ten, nine, eight..." Annie felt like she'd been hit by a car! "NO!" she yelled at the machine. "I was just reading! You can't!" But, of course, it could.

Really? I thought a computer could violate the orders it was given just because someone told it not to. Maybe I should try that next time I accidentally shut down my computer.

And that sadistically pleasant female voice just kept counting down. Nearly sobbing, Annie scooped up her clothes. "It's not fair! I was just reading! There was time enough at last!" This time, she didn't even look to see what "special" addition the new level of torture would include.

And I walked out and threw my computer out the bloody window. Seriously, I can't believe I pay to go on the internet when this shit exists on it.