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It all began so innocently… atleast, comparatively speaking. Two bands of bodybuilders, one made up of men, the other, women. Both operating out of Hanover, New Hampshire. They just so happened to train in gyms close enough to have a friendly rivalry. And that was all it was… despite the obvious testosterone and aggression they had to put forth, there was no real animosity, no true disrespect. After all, both sides had perfect perspective on the sacrifices the other had to make.

Still, the jostling was something they all seemed to enjoy. A fun, healthy way for them to feed their competitive desire to be as good as they could be. And in the name of that, a challenge was thrown down to have a competition. It was eagerly accepted and, to their surprise, gained enough local interest to earn a booking on a small venue. At a newly built, experimental little arena, a modest crowd watched the herculean men and women put on one staggering performance after another.

Shifting between one-on-one and team contests, it was a very freeform format, in fitting with it’s casual nature. Weightlifting was a huge part of it of course, seeing who could get the most reps or lift the most in a particular position… pose-downs were implemented to get more fan representation, though both sides agreed to shelf that when it became clear the rather scantily clad women had an unfair advantage. And then of course, the arm wrestling matches were a favorite among the groups.

Much friendly banter was traded, and a fair dose of playful flirting along with it… but even as it came towards an intense conclusion, as they entered the third and final day all tied up with each other in their admittedly loosely scored competition, it remained a peaceful ordeal.

Unfortunately, they never got to that third day. As the spectators filed out of the venue, and the two sides retreated to their respective locker rooms, something… happened. On October 2nd, 2018, something happened in that arena. Something the police and local media have struggled to explain ever since.

One thing that is widely known is that the venue was one being operated via a brand new power source, one developed by the secretive Fantasia Association. It was lauded as an eco-friendly alternative, cheaper and more convenient in use than any other. The specifics however, were not a matter of public record, and were kept under wraps in the same ways some companies that manufacture food or drink might protect their secret formulas. It was able to pass inspection and regulation, and that was all people really knew. 

Investigations after the incident found evidence that a line had been severed, seemingly on purpose, resulting in a minor gas leak thought to have begun shortly before the conclusion of the event. While theories abound, and an investigation began to discover the culprit, it’s been thought to be an insufficient explanation for the day’s incident.

After all, the world at large couldn’t really believe there existed a gas, drug, or anything of the sort that could explain how so many otherwise cordial and civil human beings could turn into savage animals in the blink of an eye. 

What you are about to read is not for the faint of heart. It is a story of far more excess violence and gore than anything posted on here* to-date, and is more deeply perverse in every way as well. 

*(Here of course initially referring to the Forum of Alternative Legislative & Scientific Explanations, but I imagine the same holds true regardless of where you might be reading this.)

This story is most certainly not for the squeamish, and indeed may turn out to be difficult for me to even write myself… but it’s important that such an atrocity be shared, in all it’s grizzly detail, with the masses, to ensure a full perspective on what went down. And regardless of what anyone tells you as to the cause, the facts speak plain as day. The truth must be shown… so here goes.

The second day of the event began on 6 PM EST, and ended at 9 PM. By 9:10, the vast majority of the audience had made their way out, leaving only the competitors themselves and the oddly short-supplied venue staff, who seem to keep their distance from the bodybuilding men and women, as if they were already aware of the danger…

Those are the initial facts that we know. As can be pieced together by the hazy descriptions of survivors, of whom none seemed to have a clear memory or be able to form cohesive thoughts after what transpired, I have put together what seems to be the chain of events from there.

Both parties eventually came to notice the unique smell, though neither saw it as an issue; investigation has since shown that the scent of the odd gas was more comparable to an air freshener than anything that would be particularly alarming. Within minutes of this, effects seemed to spread, though at first they were subtle.

First, it came in sheer energy. Those who know anything about bodybuilding might know that, despite the overwhelming strength their remarkable figures represent, because of the absurdly low body fat they get down to for presentations, they actually have extremely little energy for most of the time, unable to use their muscles for much practical. Since they had weight lifting and other tests of strength that day, they had laxed some, but nonetheless cardio was a low priority, and they were all exhausted when they initially made it back to the locker rooms. 

On this day however, there was a consensus that the wind suddenly returned to them, and their aches and pains seemed to fade away. They were alert and active, and the morale was good, a surge of energy that seemed to come from nowhere. Then, came many remarks on appearance… while they were all naturally peak specimens of musculature, many of the muddled descriptions swear that they looked better than ever backstage, even more buff and defined than when they were in the aforementioned ‘show mode’. 

Some had just attributed it to ‘getting a pump’ during the proceedings as their ilk tend to call it, but others swore it was far in excess of what such a thing could do for their appearance. Immediate discoverers of the incident report much the same, though by the time the survivors and bodies were taken in for questioning and study respectively, they had returned to their more typical state…

It can be inferred that in this early stage of what one can only rationally assume was the effects of the leak, two of the men had a conversation of a hushed, mischievous tone. One of the men, identified as one Braden Taylor, 28, was reportedly talking about going over to the adjacent women’s changing room and seeing if they couldn’t get a peek at what little they had left to the imagination up to that point.

Brayden was noted as being a rowdy one and hearing him talk like that didn’t set off any alarm bells for his teammates. However his insistence on actually going through with it was considered a surprise. Much more so was the fact that he was able to convince the other man to go along with him. General speculation is that the other man in question was his older brother, Jamie, 31, went along with him. This would’ve been an uncharacteristic thing for him to partake in, going by some accounts.

Still, there’s nothing to suggest they might not have done something like this in a normal circumstance, giving the relation the two groups had. There was nothing too absurd about the fact that they went ahead and supposedly snuck across to spy on some of the women as they changed. Three girls were said to be in there at that moment, two of them fully naked, the other in nothing but her industry standard speedo.

The three women in question were identified to be Casey Grant, 26, Sasha Turner, 30, and Alexa Kyle, 27, respectively. 

Casey, the only one of these women to have survived, is who we have to thank for that information, as well as info one what came next. Again, I warn one last time that this is not a story for the faint of heart.

With both the two men being around the 6’3 mark and reportedly 270 (Braden) and 280 (Jamie) pounds respectively, they were not particularly stealthy, not least of which because of their apparent grunting and groaning at the sight. According to Casey, the effect on their bodies was even more stark than the men, as the three of them were actually in the middle of discussing how much larger their breasts seemed to be when they noticed the men.

At first, they were simply embarrassed and scolding, but with smiles on their faces, and laughter ensued when the two men went so far as to enter the room. When they got a closer look on the expression on their faces, however… the laughter died down. 

After a few tense moments of the two men eying the women, especially the naked Sasha, like pieces of meat, they quite literally pounced. Braden first tackled her to the floor and then Jamie followed along with her. They held her down and kissed her neck and chest, as she struggled and screamed. 

The younger Casey was aghast, unsure of what to do, other than to cover her own nakedness with a towel and backing away to try and avoid their lust. She has spoken with shame about her actions… Sasha meanwhile jumped in to try and pull Braden off of her, since he was the one holding her arms to the floor. Jamie retaliated, throwing a punch that struck with ruthless strength, bringing her to the ground. He then pounced on her as well. 

As the two behemoths had their way with them, their erections spilling from their speedos, Casey hesitantly stepped forward, but shook with fright. She claims Sasha yelled for her to run and get help, and she staggered away to do so. She was slowed from shock, but claims that the two men were so affixed on ravaging their victims, they barely noticed her as she left the room. 

She hurried along as best she could to do the greater women’s locker room, where most of their group was relaxing, having already changed into swimsuits, fitting themselves for the third day of the event. After trying and failing for a few moments to explain the situation in her panic, Casey eventually led them all to the changing room in question, only to find it empty, albeit disheveled. A faint trail of blood, thought to be Sasha’s, led to the men’s own changing room. 

The women beat and pounded on the door, but it was barricaded, somehow reinforced to the point where even a shoulder charge from the most powerful among them was not enough. Though, to be fair, the group’s effective leader, Sharon Bale, 27, was not with the group at that point, having wandered off to be alone, citing a migraine. 

In their desperation to try and get the door open, someone among them suggested they ask the men for help. After all they had no reason to think they wouldn’t be on their side in a situation like that. Agreeing, three women - Regina Combs, 34, Carol McKay, 20, and a woman that has thus far not been identified headed off towards the men’s locker rooms whilst the others tried to see if they couldn’t find a way to break the door down. 

A minute passed with no progress… one woman who was said to have her ear to the door recalled horrific grunts and groaning coming from the other side, though the walls were a little to think for any real detail. They all assumed the worst and also began to worry as to what was taking the others so long to bring back help. 

That’s when the leader made an appearance. Sharon Bale, always the biggest and, per many’s opinion, most beautiful of the group, walked down the hall to the door. She seemed particularly imposing even by her standards… and reportedly, her breasts had increased nearly tenfold in size, to inconceivable proportions, which is on record here purely to further demonstrate the effects of the leak, and nothing else, I assure you. 

Immediately the women recognized that something was unusual about her. She’d changed into her blue one-piece swimsuit which was normal enough, though it was much tighter on her than usual, her rippling body threatening to spill out of it’s every gap. But she also wore extremely high-heeled black stilettos. These were later taken into evidence, and said heels were described as being “so sharp, as though they had been manually worn down to a razor file, like a prison-made shiv”.

The dark mascara, red lipstick and long painted red fingernails seemed strange for the time as well. Her long flowing brown hair was tied back in a ponytail, in the process displaying the bizarre look in her brown eyes. Below is a direct quote from one of the women in the group when she walked by.

“She… Sharon, had this faraway look. She would glance at you, but you would think she was staring straight through you. It was... cold, but fiery at the same time… just, disconnected, quiet rage.” said one Tracy Miller, 31. After a lengthy pause, she muttered, “Even though… she hadn’t been there for any of the violence up to that point, it’d seemed like she’d already seen an atrocity… there was, hell behind those eyes. ”

The group attempted to explain the situation, but Sharon seemed to act as though she didn’t hear them. She stepped past them and looked towards the door that so many of her peers, some of the strongest women in the country, had failed together to open. From all accounts, it took one single kick from her to not only break the lock and bash it open, but also tip over the fully-stocked vending machine that had been stood in front of it, later verified to weigh a little over 900lbs. 

When the door opened, inside, they saw nothing but horror. Sasha and Alexa were on the floor, bound and gagged, beleaguered with bruises and clear broken bones, blood and tears pooling beneath their motionless bodies, cum overflowing from Sasha’s ass and Alexa’s pussy as the Taylor brothers raped and defiled them until they heard the loud noise of the machine overturning. 

The two ravenous men stood up and gawked blankly at Sharon as she stepped forward. Again, this is noted only to tell of the full effects: while images would later show the two naked brothers to have regular sized members, in that moment, all who could give a coherent description stated that their engorged cocks were ridiculously huge, having grown well over a foot in length apiece, and at an even more absurd girth.

The women tried to file in, understandably enraged, but Sharon spread her arms and her huge wingspan became tough to navigate past as she told them to tend to the victims. She planned on handling the two men singlehandedly. 

While they kept a close eye on what was going on, they indeed circled around the two oblivious males to check on their fallen friends. As the two men hungrily approached Sharon, she remained calm and didn’t make a move, even as they reached their hands out to touch her. In fact, she accepted this with a smile.

As Braden put an arm around her and came to touch one of her immaculate breasts, Sharon only leaned in to press her chest against his, feeding into his infatuation with her impossibly large bust. Meanwhile, Jamie took an interest in her thick, fantastically muscular legs, so she hiked it up into the air, giving him a closer look. And as he fondled them, her foot pressed gently against his massive cock, whilst her hands came around Braden’s genitals. One clenched around his throbbing shaft while the other delicately cradled his testicles, which seemed swollen with cum. Indeed they both appeared to be on the edge of another climax.

The women noted being disappointed to see that her way of dealing with them was apparently giving in to their male urges… until, of course, the rouse was made clear. In one motion, she adjusted her foot and drove it down, the sharp toe of her stiletto stabbing into Jamie’s cock as her dangerous heel punctured his left testicle. Meanwhile, she dug her nails viciously into Braden’s dick and balls, just as she’d worked his shaft to orgasm… both men’s nuts bled massively immediately, but Braden actually came blood, as it seemed to mix with his semen. 

For all of their strength and the beastial, violent instinct they’d seemingly been reduced to, the powerhouse men were unable to offer any resistance, stunned from the clashing of immaculate pleasure to the worst pain they could’ve ever imagined. With her next move, Sharon stomped down, driving Jamie to the ground along with his nuts. Meanwhile, a single, powerful yank tore Braden’s testicles clean off of his body.

His face a deluded twist of horror and perverse joy, he fell to the floor, his body seizing. He reportedly died from shock on the spot. Meanwhile his brother was screaming and groaning in agony as her deadly stiletto tore at his genitals… but for all the pain he was clearly in, not once did he take his hands off of her shapely legs. And while one would think he was trying to pull or push her off of him, all he seemed to do was caress them and admire them…

With his brother’s disembodied balls still clutched tightly in her hand, Sharon performed a twirl like a bodybuilding ballerina as she ground Jamie’s nuts against the solid concrete floor. This ended with her knee blasting him in the side of the face. Gripping onto the top of his head with her free hand, she repeated twisted her leg, as though putting out a cigarette, her knee colliding with his face time and again as her foot sliced and diced his testicles.

The consensus from the survivors were that the screams were indescribably horrific, and yet colored with a ceaseless, unnatural lust. He somehow came from his lacerated cock, his seed too laced with blood, even as she ground his balls into an unrecognizable red pulp. Eventually he passed out from the overwhelming pain, but even after this she reportedly continued maiming his balls.

Braden’s testicles were not found on the scene. According to atleast one report from among the women who were there, Sharon actually held up the bare, white organs, dangling from their severed cords, and swallowed them whole as though she were biting grapes off their stems. She is said to have devoured them one by one in seconds, and then to have licked her lips afterwards, her expression showing pure satisfaction, as though she had never in her life tasted anything so savory.

As all this went on, the rest of the women knelt down by their brutalized and defiled friends. They untied and did what they could with their lack of medical knowledge, but they could not revive them. Sasha Turner and Alexa Kyle had died from their numerous injuries at the groping hands of the crazed brothers. Comparing the autopsies to the accounts, they were likely already deceased before the attempted rescue team had burst into the room.

Wordlessly, Sharon walked out of the room as her teammates were all of course in distraught over this. It’s only then that the effect seemed to take over them as well, as in their rage, they swarmed on the fallen bodies of Braden and Jamie Taylor. 

Casey, the only woman to make it out of that initial confrontation alive, went to Jamie and found, to her disbelief that his cock somehow still remained erect, even as his testicles had been utterly obliterated. Offended at the sight of it, as it remained stained with the blood of her friends, she knelt down between his splayed legs and delivered a punch right to the wound Sharon’s shoe caused, and snapped the mighty cock in two, fracturing it like a broken arm. 

She later recalled, her voice shaking with horror, being shocked, but then perversely exhilarated by the empowering feeling. It spurred her to continue battering the fallen man, stomping and punching his face, ribs, and increasingly barren groin. The other women followed suit, desecrating Jamie’s corpse and joining in on kicking and stomping Braden anywhere they could reach. 

By the time they were finally finished, both men were covered in blood, countless broken bones, missing teeth and chunks of hair, their crotches reduced to bloody nubs. Jamie even had a bone puncturing his lung, and had his right eye taken out by an unidentified woman. Braden was later confirmed to have been beaten to death in his unconsciousness during this assault. 

Inexplicably, the two friendly, rival groups had fallen into a bloody, sex-crazed madness, rife with superhuman feats of strength. Over the span of minutes, mere minutes… they had gone from sporting competition to… this. Whatever one might call this.

Four were dead. And this was only the beginning of the surreal slaughter…

None of the other women could quite understand what went through Sharon’s head that fateful night. But it seemed that at the very least, she picked up on some of what they were saying, as she headed over to the men’s locker room, where three women had gone to look for help, none of whom had returned.

As the rest of the women continued mindlessly, ferociously beating the Taylor brothers, Sharon barged into the locker room, expecting the worst. And the worst is exactly what she found…

Inside the room, were eight men, all of the remaining men on the team that were sent to compete. All still in their speedos, all with the same unnaturally large muscle mass that the Taylors had, all with the same beastial lust…

On the far side, on the floor, were the three women in question, each beaten and with their arms tied behind their backs. Regina was forced onto her knees, held back by one man as another, his cock exposed, prepared to force his dick into her mouth. Her lips already dripped with cum, showing that she had been in that position for a while. Tears streamed down her face as she seemed utterly helpless.

The same was even more true for the yet-to-be-named woman; the events too clouded in the survivors minds to even pin an identity down for her. But it’s known that a third woman was in the party along with Regina and Alexa, and when Sharon walked in, said woman was actually in the midst of a Boston Crab, a wrestling hold that a man, unconfirmed but thought to be Carl Boggs, 28, was applying to her. She was on her front, her growing breasts pushing against the cold hard floor as she cried in pain and sorrow, her legs were splayed up high in the air as he had them gripped tightly. He was kneeling down on her back, pushing his knee brutally into the small of her spine. Regina’s account claimed that she had already been raped by this man and he was mindlessly establishing yet more dominance in the aftermath.

The last, Carol, was the youngest and smallest of the women’s team and the least fortunate as well. She was down on the floor, being taken by two men at once, one ceaselessly stabbing her womanhood, the other thrusting his cock endlessly down her throat. She wasn’t tied up, but she was motionless… for atleast a few minutes, they had been fucking a corpse, as she simply didn’t have the strength to endure what she was being put through.

Freakishly perverse as it may sound, the other men were simply standing there in front of their chosen victims, as if waiting in line for a carnival ride. And yet, Sharon entered this hellish room with a seeming stoicism. 

The two men closest to the door dumbly turned to see her immaculate body, and seemed to ignore the blood on her hands and mouth as they neared her, much the same way as the brothers before had done. They would later be identified as Mark White, 33, and Sasha’s younger brother, Lloyd Turner, 26. In a similar scene, she allowed the two of them to swarm in on her and grope her remarkable breasts, and they in turn didn’t react at all as her hands drifted towards their genitals, gently clasping around their nuts which were trying desperately to spill out of their ever tightening speedos.

With a lone squeeze, Sharon managed to completely crush their scrotums… they indeed did quite literally spill from their trunks, blood immediately oozing from her clenched fists. As the men screamed and recoiled in horrific pain, their hands instinctively clenched tightly, their own fingers sinking deeply into her enormous, cushiony bosom.

They started to fall, but she wouldn’t let them hit the ground with their testicles, even crushed ones. With a yank, she removed both of their nutsacs from their bodies, taking their speedos with them. The two fell to the ground, their hands begrudgingly, limply fall away from her breasts, as both men lost consciousness immediately from the shock of it all. 

Judging by the autopsies, Lloyd died swiftly from shock just like Braden before him. Mark on the other hand bled out in his sleep, and was legally deceased by the time help finally came to that Godforsaken arena. 

As she stepped further into the room, a pair of mangled, destroyed testicles in each bloody hand, the men within took notice, mercifully moving away from their respective victims and letting them stew in pain as they slowly came towards Sharon. The closest to her, Shane Helms, the oldest of the lot at 44, reportedly spoke to her, though he did so with the lucidity and eloquence one might expect.

“Sexxxxx…?” he asked, like a brainwashed lust slave. He was one of those that had been waiting in line, so it could be assumed he was among the most horny. To this, Sharon shook her head. He recognized the denial and went into a total rage, screaming as he threw punches towards her. 

She went down to a knee to duck with seeming ease, and as the behemoth mindlessly launched his mighty blows into the air, she delivered an uppercut to his groin that caused his genitals to explode out of his speedo on contact, and again, by witness accounts, bizarrely saw blood and cum spurt massively from his cock as if climaxing upon rupture. She didn’t let up, firing two follow-up jabs that further liquified his testicles.

As Shane fell to his knees, he looked up at the triumphant Sharon, whose perfect, powerful feminine frame had been painted white and crimson with the blood and semen of five men already. With tears streaming down his face, and absolutely nothing left of his testicles, he nonetheless supposedly again hissed, “S-Seeexx…?”

She responded by reaching down and grabbing his head. This may be embellished, but it’s said that she actually shouted “No… means… NO!” as she twisted his head around, snapping his neck and killing him instantly. 

The sensual killing machine began to lick the gore from her hands, tasting the blood and semen joyously as she heard footsteps from behind her. A man, Glen Hall, 24, had been circling around to surprise her during her assault. He didn’t truly have the wherewithal to be quiet however, and as he reared back a fist, Sharon sent a back kick his direction. By now you can likely guess it was aimed towards his genitals.

Because of the sideways angle he had taken, she had managed a truly wild feat, as her razor sharp heel pierced the outer side of his right testicle, and then sunk deep, going so far as to slash through his left as well. She had both of his nuts effectively shish kabobed onto her stiletto. This stinging, focused anguish came through in a tearful, horrific wail as Glen fell to the floor, Sharon enjoying herself as she twisted his testicles simply by straightening and planting her foot to the floor.

Carl Boggs stepped up to her next, as she allegedly was goading him in with a beckoning finger. He supposedly made a lunge, grabbing for her throat, but he was much slower than her as she was able to fire off a kick to his crotch before he could touch her. Again, this is a direct witness report from an admittedly hazy source; she kicked him with the same foot that was still torturing Glen’s testicles. In the process, she tore his scrotum off and it hung from her heel as the top of her foot smashed solidly into the bottom of Carl’s balls.

There was bleeding from his speedo as he collapsed, but for once, the testicles supposedly did not entirely rupture on first contact. Sharon sought to correct this, but another man, Buddy Rudy, 29, was in the process of rushing her, forcing her attention. 

Rudy was among the only two male survivors from that day. He pled guilty by way of insanity to his two charges of rape, his semen found in the mouth of Regina Combs and ass of Carol McKay. From his demeanor and the general insanity of the day, he is expected to be sent to a mental hospital shortly. He agreed to a brief interview, though he could not seem to speak for long. I will allow him to explain himself what happened after he ran towards Sharon Bale.

“It was… a nightmare. The… the entire thing, but especially when I charged her. I can’t explain what I was thinking, what I wanted to do… I only remember flashes.” he claimed, his voice a steady tone, drained of emotion, his eyes fixed on the middle distance. “For a moment all I could feel was the pulsing of… of my erection. My final erection… larger and more demanding than I ever imagined, it’s like it led me to attack her. But… she caught me… she grabbed by the throat and then...”

He looked down, trailing off.

Reportedly, Sharon delivered a knee to his crotch, more focused than most strikes, hitting only his left testicle and completely obliterating it in the process.

“...The pain was… beyond anything I could tell you.” he blankly recalled. “But the lust was even greater. Somehow, even as she was destroying my genitals, I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I wanted to… no, it wasn’t even a thought. I was hearing my own voice scream at me, demanding that I have my way with her. I… I don’t know what I became on that day.”

After a pause, he got back into the specifics. “...She… um, with her other hand, she reached down and grabbed my scrotum. She squeezed, but not as hard as she could… I know that for a fact, because atleast one nut was still… intact for a while. She looked into my eye… she was smiling… and I, found it so incredibly erotic. Sh-she let go of my throat and… and lifted me. Yeah… I remember… I rose up into the air… God she was so strong, it seemed effortless. She was holding me up… b-by my balls… or… ball…”

He buried his face in his hands for a moment, but when he came back up he’d shed no tears. No emotion left to come out of him. He continued, “I… I think… yeah, I came… I came again, right onto her breasts… I-I saw… the red mixed with white… my blood in my semen… just a little at that point. And her smile grew… she loved it. And it just made me want to ravage her… I can’t, God, what was… ugh. I deserve what happened. Whatever I became, deserved what happened… she brought her other hand to my d-dick as my climax continued. It just kept cumming and cumming… with both hands, she squeezed as hard as she could, and… and there was an explosion… what… what remained of my cock and balls flew onto her tits. She laughed… the pain was hellish but… somehow… even as I passed out… I think I was still climaxing.”

He couldn’t fully elucidate what he meant by that, and refused to say any more. He is a man racked by guilt and destroyed mentally, seen by conspiracy theorists as just another victim, though many understandably struggle to find sympathy.

As Sharon was obliterating Rudy, one Charlie Ford, 22, was rifling through a bag. Lucid enough to remember what he had with him, he surprisingly produced a knife. Whilst Sharon ate the remains of Rudy’s genitals and supposedly began to rub his blood and cum into her cleavage, and proceeded to peel Glen’s pierced nuts from her heel. The relatively alert Charlie seemed to assume this was his chance to take her off-guard, so he rushed her with the knife.

Sharon caught his wrist, and whirled behind him, taking him into a hammerlock, burying his muscular arm into his broad back. She then reportedly maneuvered his hand between his own legs. He wasn’t aware of his own position enough to think to drop the knife in time… she actually forced him to slice into his own testicles, ripping through the speedo and tearing his nuts out of his scrotum.

He did not die immediately, nor did he pass out… as he collapsed onto the floor, clutching himself, he was simply too overwhelmed with pain to move, completely disabled by agony, though still he seemed to be groaning meekly for sexual gratification the entire time.  

With seven down, this left only one man left on the bodybuilding team to deal with. One Scott Jimp, 32. The entirely naked man who had reportedly stood up to face Sharon at the same time as everyone else but apparently swiftly lost interest and went back down to the floor to continue forcing himself onto the battered Regina Combs. According to her, he was in the process of fucking her tits when Sharon came over and grabbed him around the waist, pulling him off of her body.

Scott was the other man to have survived. His mind seemed even more wracked by the experience, but here is his account from his lone interview:

“...Cock clenched in wet softness… felt a tug, and… lifted into the air, above… p-prey...” he whispered, immediately out of breath from hyperventilating. After taking some air, he began to cry. “No… human… saw no human, only… only flesh. Only flesh… prey. God… pray. From floor… kicked up… bottom of bare foot… smashed nuts. C-Came on foot...”

As this left Scott stunned, Sharon dropped him and untied Regina, finally letting her up off the floor. As Sharon went over to do the same favor for the yet-to-be-named woman, the beaten Sasha reportedly picked a delirious Scott up from the floor by the hair and bound his arms behind his back, using the same rope that he’d tied her up with previously. 

“Said… she would end… m-my manhood… kicked my balls.” he shuddered. “Such anger, grunting… kicking again and again and again… so strong. Nuts bled… but… smile… enjoyed. Struggle against binding… n-not to escape… but to grope. Tits… s-saw… saw no human, only… only tits. Wanted nothing… but to reach. B-B-... ngh… bouncing. Every kick… they bounce and jiggle… such beautiful… beautiful flesh...”

By her own words, she kicked him atleast thirty times in the groin, long after his genitals had turned to mush and his screams of pain stopped, signalling his blacking out. While she didn’t seem to have quite the power Sharon mustered, the fact that Regina did so much damage on her own showed that the other women had a boost in strength and malice that day as well. 

After being freed, the unnamed woman went to the same gym bag that Charlie pulled the knife from. Always known for his eccentricity in the things that he carried around with him, his bag contained a variety of objects, including a fire poker and a golf club. 

Regina has admitted to somehow finding away to heat the fire poker - her memory was too hazy to recall the method - and use it to stab the groins of Buddy Rudy and Scott Jimp, searing and burning what little remained of their genitals. Whilst this was clearly done out of revenge, it’s actually what saved their lives, as it effectively cauterized their horrific wounds, enough to keep them from bleeding to death before paramedics finally came for them.

Charlie himself was not so lucky… in fact he arguably suffered a worse fate than any of the other men. He remained there on the floor, bleeding for hours from his sliced, but theoretically functioning balls, his lust seemingly getting worse and worse even as he drifted closer and closer to death. He was supposedly still demanding, then begging, not for assistance or for his life, but for the women to touch his cock. As they dealt with the others, they constantly walked past him and seemed to take delight in ignoring his pleas. It’s thought that he was still awake as he bled out, sex still the only thing on his mind. 

Carl, having been debilitated with a kick from Sharon earlier, stumbled to his feet just as the unnamed woman he had raped and supposedly punished with a Boston Crab walked over to him. He received another kick, this one from behind, as reportedly her shin smashed his groin… as she pulled him to her back and tied him up with the bindings used against her, and his dick and balls were blood red from swelling, but still not quite ruptured. 

He cried out for release… and she prepared to give it to him, pushing the head of the golf club into his testicles, just to line up a shot. She reared back, like any classic golfer went, and he could only watch in horror as she whacked his testicles, supposedly taking his scrotum clean off and sending it flying across the room. Carl came hard enough to get some of it in his mouth as he died from shock.

Scott Jimp, before his nuts were cauterized and merely halfway to bloody pulp, found himself tied to a weight bench as the vengeful Regina slapped him awake. 

“Woke up… tits there again… so much pain… she crawled onto me… manhood dying… so excited. Naked body pressing against mine… she reached down for my balls… what was left. She yanked up a testicle… last one.” Scott recalled, tearing up, even as a perverse smile forced it’s way onto his face. “...Pulled… pulled it up, severed from groin… up to my face. M-Made me watch… as she crushed… in fist… then… a-ate it… s-so beautiful. She was so...”

The interview ended then, as he burst into tears. 

In that bloody room, gore and cum as far as the eye could see, the women then reportedly reached down into their womanhoods and began to finger themselves. The lustful effect had finally taken hold of them. If seeing the women’s bodies unlocked it in the men, the destruction of the men seemed to do the same for the women. Either way, according to Regina, they were all sopping wet and came thunderously.

Meanwhile, the entire time, the other four surviving women had been busying themselves demolishing the bodies of the long-dead Taylor brothers, ripping them apart by the time they were done. As they finally finished, exhausted, according to Tracy Miller, it was much the same story, as they began feverishly pleasuring themselves over what they’d done, generally trying to cum directly onto one of the brother’s faces. 

Whilst she has since vehemently denied this claim, perhaps repressing the memory, in her initial questioning, Casey admitted to taking Braden’s severed member, which again somehow remained erect for some time after being removed from his body, and using it like a dildo as she mockingly fucked herself with it above the fallen bodybuilder.

Some of the women refused comment, not wanting to think about what happened to them or what they did. While some do believe that the woman who took Carl Bogg’s nuts off with a golf club genuinely doesn’t remember her role in the story, others, including other girls, suspect that she simply doesn’t wish to step forward.

Among those who refused comment was Sharon Bale, who has not publicly said a single word since the incident. Though her body has since returned to normal, albeitly oddly at a slower rate than the other women have reported, her cold, intense glare remains, her beautiful face belying no pain or remorse.

...What happened on that day, we may never truly know. But there was undoubtedly nothing natural about it. And I beg all who read this, to spread the word on the full, surreal, supernatural details. Because what happened was undoubtedly no accident, no freak occurrence, no glitch in human nature. I fully believe that what occured on October 2nd, 2018 was an orchestrated, willful act, by a higher level of criminal than we’ve ever seen. What their goal was, I can not tell you, but the danger they pose is obvious. 11 deaths, multiple rapes, and the broken minds of each survivor… all of it is on their hands and they should be brought to justice. 

Because otherwise, I am positive that something like this… perhaps something even worse... may happen again.

• This story was commissioned by Oliver, and is a loose adaption of these (equally extreme) illustrations 

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