Here's another fun one I had. Inspired by a particular porn video I suspect most here have seen at some point. There's about half a sequel written. At some point I should really see about writing the other half.

The Bar (Cons, casual, debreasting)

A sudden tingling sensation washed over Tina's body as she stepped in the Knights Bar. She shivered and abruptly the sensation was gone, leaving a erotic warmth in its wake. One hand unconsciously moved up to squeeze a breast through the thin material of her black tank top as she looked around, wondering what had prompted the sensation.

It was her first night out on the town after moving to the big city, and a friend at work had mentioned Knights as a great bar for singles. Cozy atmosphere, cheap drinks, frequent snuffs, best unknown bar in the area he claimed. Tina had felt a similar tingle at the recommendation, though at time she had put it down to hormones and how long it had been since her last boyfriend. By his description the place actually sounded rather dull.

Looking around, the place was much as she expected. The place wasn't huge, nor was it full, but there were a number of couples and groups enjoying the atmosphere. The bar ran along the wall, well stocked with oddly old looking bottles and staffed by a dark-haired man of indeterminate age. In one corner of the room the floor slopped slightly downward, allowing the nearby pile of feminine corpses to leak their life’s blood without making a mess of the place. A few tables and booths line the wall of the place, but not enough to seat the kind of crowd you'd expect in a city that size.

Looking at the pile brought the tingles back with a vengeance. Tina was straight, mostly, but to her starved libido the sight of that much ruined female flesh was clearly acting as a major turn-on. With an effort she forced her attention to the other patrons in the bar, looking for any single, handsome, and hopefully well equipped men who might be interested in screwing her brains out.

Unfortunately for Tina's libido, the night was early and the bar was sparsely populated and that by mixed groups rather than singles. Nearby a man in his 40's sat talking to a blond woman young enough to be his daughter, probably one of the college students from the school nearby. It was obvious he hadn't been single long; a similarly aged yet still attractive woman sat next to him, tits out and eyes bulging in death, the necktie that had been used to strangle her still wrapped tightly around her neck. From the snippets of conversation Tina caught the man was still deciding if the blond girl would be replacing or joining his dead wife.

With a sigh Tina headed to the counter. There was always Mr. Handsome Bartender to pass the time with until the place started filling. “This place better not be too unknown,” she thought as she found a seat and waited to get the mans attention. It didn't take long, as she just was waiting on a short Asian girl, dressed to kill in a black corset and skin tight jeans. She flashed Tina an smile as she paid for the pitcher of beer, wiggling her ass suggestively at her as she returned to her friends table.

“Hey, it's Jim. What can I get for ya?” the bartender asked, causing Tina to jump and blush. Closer now, the bartender was just as handsome as he appeared from a distance.

“Surprise me, but make it strong,” Tina replied. “I need a buzz before these tingles drive me crazy,”

Jim paused as he turned to pour one of the many ancient bottles. “Which tingles are those?” he asked with elaborate casualness.

Before Tina could answer, a sudden scream rang out catching both their attention. The Asian girl had taken her top off, exposing the hard nubs of her smallish breasts. She was struggling to keep her hands behind her head as one of the boys she had returned to sawed a knife up her soft belly. By the time she was split up to her tits the screams had been reduced to an agonized choking. Quickly her friend reached in to her ruined body and began to draw out handfuls of glistening intestines.

“How *gasp* long?” she managed to choke out.

“Lets see…” her friend answered, carefully straightening the tangles mass of her still attached guts as he backed away. “Looks like about… mmm… 12 feet. Which would give you about 24, 25 feet of guts. Small as you are, I'm impressed.”

“Told you Steve,” she coughed up, specks of blood appearing on her lips. “Hey, give me *gasp* those back. I'm going to *cough* join that pile before my corpse *gasp* makes a mess of the place.”

“Oh, sure thing,” Steve replied, dumping the gory mess in her arms. Her remaining strength was such that she dropped them almost immediately, and dropped to her knees herself right after, but valiantly she started to crawl towards the pile. By the time she reached it her movements were barely co-ordinates twitches, dirt covered entrails trailing her in a loose mass.

“Hey, is your sister off work?” Steve abruptly called from where they had been sitting, “I want to see if gut length runs in the family!”

“Yeah…” Fortunately the pile was close enough to the bar that Tina and Jim could hear her breathy reply. “Promise… fuck… her” the dying Asian managed, using a full breath on each word. “Always… jealous… my catch…” A slight smile crossed her face just before sudden wet spot appeared at the crotch of her jeans and her breath rattled out her throat. She didn't take another.

“Damn,” Steve cursed to himself. “You hear what she said Mike?” he asked, turning to his partner in crime. Mike just shook his head and took another swig of his beer.

“She's free, but you gotta fuck her first,” Tina abruptly called out.

“Oh hey really? Thanks babe!” Steve answered, before whipping out his cell burying himself in conversation with the sister of the girl he just snuffed. With a erotic shudder Tina turned back to Jim.

“Those tingles,” she said. “God, the whole time that girl was dying they were just non stop.”

“Ah. Well,” Jim said, picking up a glass to polish, “if I had to guess I would say you had some innate talent with magic. Enough to feel the effects of my spell working on you at least.”

Tina laughed. “Magic. Right. I'm sure it was magic, but more of the sex and pheromone kind than the abracadabra kind.”

“Oh some of that too, I'm sure. She was a cute little thing, enough even to tempt another woman like yourself I noticed.” Tina blushed. “But no, I'm serious about the magic bit. Although I wouldn't call a spell that took 80 years of write and another two months to cast 'abracadabra' level magic. The damn things nearly alive in it's own right!”

“You're trying to tell me magic is real?”

“Yup. And everyone, the entire world, is under the spell of my enchantment masterpiece. For most people it does nothing; indeed it's rarely active at all outside this city. Inside these walls, women have no sense of modesty or self preservation, and men have no issues taking advantage of that fact. In the world outside, nothing about what occurs here is thought as in any way strange.”

“Why, does something strange happen here”

Jim nodded towards the cooling corpse of the disemboweled Asian woman. “You didn't find anything about that strange?”

“Not really. She and her friends wanted to find out how long her guts were I guess, so they opened her up and checked. I'm impressed she made it to the corpse pile, but it's nothing I'd be calling the news stations about.”

“And if I asked you to compare her length with one of the women at your office at work tomorrow?”

Tina shot Jim a disgusted look. “That's sick. I'm not going to murder a co-worker just to see how long her guts are. Or for any other reason!”

“But if I asked you to bring her here first, then check?” Finished with the glass he was polishing, he replaced it and then suddenly turned his gaze directly in Tina.

“Well… sure… in that case… But that's different!” Tina managed, flustered at just how intense Jim's stare was all of a sudden.

“I'll agree, and add that that's entirely thanks to my spell. Here, I'll give you another example. What would you say if I told you I wanted to nail your tits to the bar?”

“I'd say it sounds like fun. Why, do you want to?”

Jim nodded, smiling as Tina shrugged and reached down into her top and scooped out one of her D cup breasts out of her tank top. The other quickly followed, then she wiggled as she found a comfortable position that allowed both of her round orbs to rest on the bar. Jim reached under the bar to grab the hammer and a pair of 10 inch nails kept handy. This wasn't the first pair of tits the bar had had nailed to it, and he liked to be prepared.

“There's no concerns you can think of that might naturally arise from a stranger wanting to shove a thick nail through your tits?” Jim asked as he flattened her right breast against the counter and centered the nail on the thickest part. Tina just sipped her drink and shook her head, enjoying the sight and feel of the cool unforgiving hardness of the bar under her ripe melons as Jim fondled them into position. The pink nubs at the tip hardened beneath both their gazes.

“Well,” she frowned, glancing down at the finely polished wood her tits were sitting on, “seems kind of a shame to mess up such a beautiful counter with nail holes. Must cost a fortune to repair something like this.”

Jim shrugged it off. “One of the advantages of magic, minor repairs are but a thought away.”

“I can see how that would be nice. Hammer away then.”

The nail went all the way through the sensitive flesh on the first blow. The second started driving it into the wood, and by the sixth brutal blow the soft flesh was pinned with over half the nail driven into the counter. In the process Tina's hands clenched till they were white and her eyes watered at the pain signals her abused mammary was sending her, but somehow she managed not to cry out.

“Wow, that hurt,” she managed weakly after a moment, convulsively downing the rest of her drink. Gradually she collected herself as she became use to the pain of having a iron spike drilled through the meat of of her teat.

“Usually that kind of pain is considered a reason not to let people do that,” Jim remarked casually, caressing the still erect nipple on Tina's now immobile breast.

“Oh, you mean outside your bar and not under the influence of that spell you were telling me about, I wouldn't have let you do that?”

Jim nodded.

“That seems strange,” she mused. “I mean, you enjoyed it. Heck, I kinda enjoyed it too. It was different if nothing else. Can't see why I should go around denying people a chance to enjoy themselves.”

Abruptly she screamed. While she had been talking, Jim had positioned her other tit and lined the nail over the meaty center. A few more short screams it was firmly attached as well.

This time Tina took longer to recover. Every breath sent agony through her chest as the raw meat inside her breasts shifted against the iron intruders. Jim started caressing and fondling the trapped flesh, enjoying how the nails kept her smooth orbs perfectly still despite her involuntary, pain filled twitches. On the receiving end, Tina was enjoying the warm touch of Jim's hands on her abused breasts, despite the slight addition of pain that toying caused. So much so that when he finally pinched a nipple, the combined sensations overloaded Tina's confused body and she came, hard.

Jim smiled and continued his caresses, enjoying the sight of the gorgeous young woman, who just a few minutes before had been a stranger idly drinking, sat dazed and half supported by the nails in her tit flesh. Finally she managed to speak.

“I think I need a new drink. And a new pair of panties.”

“Drink I can do. Panties… well, maybe you had better just take them off.”

Tina smiled and give him a sultry look. “Hoping for easier access?” she asked as she started to take his advice. It was awkward, since she could barely move her upper body if she wanted to keep her tits attached, but with lots of wriggling and a couple pained yelps whenever she moved too far the task was accomplished. A small sigh escaped her mouth as the cool leather of the seat touched the inflamed flesh of her lower lips, prompting her to arch her back and rotate her hips, pressing as much of the sensual material against her juicy cunt as possible.

“Afraid I've got a bar to run, miss,” Jim finally answered as he enjoyed the show. “But I don't think you'll have much problem getting that hole filled.” With a nod Jim acknowledged the man who had come up behind Tina. Immediately she felt hands sliding up under her skirt, paying special attention to the hole her new position left hanging off the seat, barely concealed by the dangling cloth.

“Hey! What? Who is that?” Tina craned her head, struggling to get a look at the person behind her even as they started to work a finger inside her tight anal opening. With her chest locked tight against the bar, however, all she could do was turn her neck sideways, making it easy for the unseen presence behind her to stay out of sight. Another finger was added, stretching the tight hole and increasing the juicy mess Tina was making of her seat. “Oh god,” she gasped as she stopped struggling and gave in to the inevitable. “I've never done anything anal before. It hurts like hell but… Fuck! What was that, a third?!” Tina was finally reduced to whimpers as the pain in her ass met the deep throbbing agony in her breasts, combining somewhere deep inside her before leaking out onto the chair.

“Quite the place you have here Jim,” the stranger said, speaking up slightly to be heard over Tina's mewling. “Damn fine spellwork. I knew you were getting good, but this, this is something else.”

“Merl, fuck, it's been ages since I last saw you. Hah, literally. How ya been? What brings you to this side of the pond?”

“Playing the tourist, believe it or not. Between projects at the moment, so I thought I would take the chance to see how our old cabal was doing.” A thumb was added, this time to Tina's twitching pussy. Pushed beyond her control, she came, both holes clenching tight around the invading digits. As the pleasure spiked she leaned back, causing pain, but more importantly sensation, to flood outward from her impalements, sending her mind to incoherent heights.

“Wow, you sure got yourself a live one here,” Merl commented as both men watched Tina moan and twitch her way out of awareness. He chuckled as Tina slumped in her seat, a soft pain filled moan escaping her lips as the new position put more weight on her nailed breasts but provoking no other reaction. “For the moment anyways; she's pretty far under your spell. Don't imagine she's gonna last much longer.”

“Actually… you're not going to believe this, but she knows about the spell.” Jim gave Tina's swollen nipple a soft caress as he talked, but she was clearly out of the conversation. “Before I told her I mean. Could feel it working, though she didn't know what it was and obviously couldn't resist it.”

“Wow, that's rare.” Merl paused a moment, examining Jim's face behind the bar. “That's bloody rare. Something like that, that's a sign. You can't ignore it. Fate's trying to you something.”

“Sure I can, especially in here. You and your signs, fates, destinies, they never brought you anything but trouble.” Jim saw the expression brewing in Merl's face, and laughed. “Relax, I hear ya. I may not be one for the 'chosen one' crap like some of us, but I'm not dumb enough to kill the golden hen because of a passing desire for wings.”

“Wings? What..?” Tina said, rejoining reality with some difficulty. She tried to sit up, but froze at the fiery shot of pain that lanced through her chest. “Oh… right. Nails. Those fingers!” She twisted, carefully, this time catching sight of Merl before her tits stopped her. “Those things are magic, I don't think I've ever cum that hard. On anything, much less just fingers. Wait… you're one of Jim's friends. WAS that magic?”

Merl laughed. “Yes little one, I am 'one of Jim's friends', and yes I am a magician, but no my dear, that was no magic. At least, not of the spell casting variety. I have had many, many… many years of practice, and never pass up an opportunity to show a lady a good time. I don't believe we've been properly introduced, though I've certainly already had the pleasure of your company. I go by Merl in this age” He bowed slightly, taking Tina's left hand for a gallant kiss that would have given her face spectacular color if it wasn't pre-blushed from her recent orgasm.

“I, erm, Tina. My name I mean. Sorry. It's just weird getting introduced to someone AFTER they've been inside me. With your fingers I mean, not your… not that I would be against… yea. Done talking now. Hi, how are you.”

“Aroused.” Tina's stool got another dose of liquid. “But I'm not one for crowds I'm afraid, even here.”

“You're welcome to use my room,” Jim said, idly cleaning a glass as he watched the pair. “It's just above the bar. Still well within the spells effects, so I'm sure you two will have lots of fun. I've even got a guillotine up there, for personal use. If you've never experienced the twitches a dying hole can make as you cum, you haven't lived.”

“Oh, that sounds like fun!” Tina said, squirming a bit as the heat kept building again inside. “I'm sure I could twitch real good for you.” Reaching behind herself awkwardly, she was able to trace her hand down towards Merl's crotch, feeling the hardness just beyond the cloth barrier. Waiting for her.

Merl frowned, though captured Tina's questing hand with his own to ensure it didn't wander off. “You're going for wings after all? I've never known you were so mercurial.”

“Not at all. Mo's in town as well, owes me a favor.”

“Morgan..! Mo now is it? That scheming bitch!” Fury clouded Merl's face, causing even Tina in her lust addled state to pull back a bit. “I don't know what plans she has working with you, but you can't trust her Jim. You know that.”

“Relax man, no plans. Just a favor, and with Tina's potential still fresh and untapped, it won't even be a big one. You know how good Mo is at necrotic magics, fixing a little decapitation won't be anything at all. Besides, she's… I can't say changed, not really, but mellowed. We all have.” Jim shot a sudden grin at Merl's rage clouded expression. “Though not about everything, I'm pleased to see. Still, you do know it's been almost fifteen hundred years since all that.”

Merl sighed, slowly letting the tension drain from him. “You're right. Blast it, I know you are. But I just don't think I have it in me to forgive what she did. I keep saying someday, but at this point I think it's pretty clear that there won't be. Just don't…”

Jim held up a hand, forestalling Merl. “She won't find out from me that you're in town. I swear it, on the 5th circle.”

“Jim,” Tina said, inserting herself into the pause that developed to lever the conversation back to matters of importance. “Tell your friend here that if he doesn't take me somewhere that he can shove his cock in me in the next five seconds, I'm going to personally… um…” She trailed off, trying to think of a threat that was believable from someone with bar nailed tits.

“She's right, look at us talking when she's got holes to fill and a head to chop. The rooms just up the stairs in the back, second door on the right.”

“Excellent. My dear, I'll be waiting.” With a gentle caress of her pain wracked chest, Merl headed to prepare the room.

Tina watched helplessly as Merl took his delightfully large bulge with him and left, leaving her pining for cock but pinned in place. “Um, Jim? You happen to have a pry bar or something back there to go with your other tools? As much as I enjoy your nails, they're making it a tad difficult to go get my head sliced off. Or fucked. Preferably not in that order.”

“But of course. It wouldn't do to keep a woman from her doom, especially one who's provided such lovely decorations to the bar.”

“Thank you… oh.” Tina paused a bit in surprise as Jim provided her with a well polished large cleaver instead of the expected crowbar. “Well, that works too I suppose. I hope Merl doesn't mind. And that I last long enough. Tits take a lot of irrigation you know, I'm going to be leaking pretty heavily when you take them off.”

“Oh don't worry, I'll make sure you last.”

“Magic again?”

Jim grinned. “Hot pan on the stove. Gets used more than you'd think in here, so I keep it handy.” He raised the cleaver. “Ready?”

Tina thought of the agony that was about to fill her chest, then about the hard shaft and eventual beheading that was waiting for her in the other room. From the little of the conversation she had been able to follow, she had a vague sense that she might somehow last the night despite what was in store for her, but she was much to tingly and turned on to care about survival. She flashed Jim her brightest smile. “And waiting.”

The cleaver dropped, and Tina screamed her heart out. Before she could take a breath the cleaver flashed again and she was free. Free to move, free to fall backwards out of her stool and lay on her back struggling for air as her pain overloaded mind forgot how to properly work her lungs. In a flash Jim was out from behind the bar and leaning over her, a glowing something in his hand. Tina struggled to find his face as the world started to turn gray, then sizzling and blackness enveloped her.

Tina woke with a scream. Not from pain; her chest was agony, but it was no longer a sharp, stabbing pain, but instead a deep ache that was possible co-exist with. Rather, the scream was simply what she had been desperately trying to get out as she passed out, so now that she had breath again it was the first thing that occurred to her ravaged mind to do. It took awhile for her strength to return enough to open her eyes, and even longer to work out what was wrong with the wall in front of her.

“Why am I staring at the ceiling?”

“You blacked out,” Jim replied, back in his usual position behind the bar. “Apparently getting one's tits chopped off is somewhat painful. They look nice where they're at though, I think I'm going to keep them for awhile.”

At the mention of her missing tits, Tina looked down to survey the damage. It wasn't as bad as she initially feared. Her top was back in place, probably thanks for Jim, though it no longer swelled gently outward to please the eye but hung in loose folds, unsure quite what to do with itself. What she could see of her wounds under the top wasn't bad, smaller and less bloody than she expected, probably thanks to the expert hands doing the slicing and searing. Seeing her new holes though lent new strength to the tides of pain that were threatening to roll her under. Again. She tore her eyes away before it could, and tried to stand. Her legs were weak and her balance was off, but through sheer determination she manged to stagger to her feet and lean drunkenly against the bar.

As she slowly mastered the pain in her chest, her eyes were drawn inescapably to her tits. Jim's tits. They had kept their shape admirably, assisted perhaps by the nail embedded through their core, but no longer shared her skin tone. That was of little surprise though with the amount of blood dripping off the counter, blood she was reasonably sure didn't have time to escape from her side of the wound. Their ghostly color served to make them appear even softer than normal. Tina gasped as her hand moved of it's own violation to gently stroke them, half expecting to feel a trace of something on her chest, or for the softened nipples to crinkle in arousal as they used to. Nothing.

Eventually Tina managed to move her eyes away from her severed parts, meeting Jim's eyes. Belatedly she realized he had spoken to her and cast her mind back, trying to remember what had been said. “I'm… glad you like them. I… liked them too. Even after they had steel in them.” Suddenly she realized what was wrong with the scene, and twisted both breasts on their pole so as to give the bar's current and future patrons a view of her assets good side, hiding the raw end as best could. Jim picked up another glass and started cleaning it as Tina fiddled with her tits final presentation,

“You know,” he commented idly, “if you take much longer with those Merl's going to start hunting for a different hole to fuck.”

“Ohmygod, cock!” Tina blushed immediately as her mind registered what she just said. “I didn't mean… well I did but I don't want you to think…”

“I know what you meant, and I think that about sums it up nicely,” Jim interrupted, laughing. “Now shoo, shoo. Let a man enjoy his new trophies in peace.” Tina's mouth opened and closed for a moment, before she decided not to argue with the obvious when she could be making her way upstairs. “And tell Merl I'll be wanting your head back when he's done!” Jim shouted up after her. “He can do what he likes with the rest.”

“'K!”

Jim knew Merl wouldn't be gone long; Tina was far too enthusiastic for that. In the meantime the bar slowly began to fill for the night, filling Jim with a proprietors sense of pride. He had always enjoyed watching and being a part of normal peoples lives, brief though they were (often all the briefer thanks to their patronage). While magic may have been what made the Knights Bar unique, magic also masked that fact from the world, allowing success to come on it's own merits. As Jim worked the bar, serving drinks and assisting an older man sear the four stumps of a blond college girl he was making into a fuck pillow, his thoughts were on the changes to come. It'd been centuries since the last, but it was looking like a new apprentice might be in the works once again.